TW : neglect
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it’s the way i cried
the way i begged
all for you to love me
you raised me
you picked favorites
you neglected us
it was a chore for you
there wasn’t love
at least,
not the normal kind.
when i tried to tell you
what happened
you didn’t listen
you told me to stop
because i couldn’t get it out
i couldn’t say what he did to me
it was all about you
your trauma,
your sadness,
your hurt.
i just wanted it to be about me for one time
one day
one hour
one minute
or even a second.
but it never was.
YOU ARE READING
the poems from the heart.
Poetryi write from the heart, words spill out as i type mindlessly, i love to write, and if you're like me, or even not at all. enjoy the words i share, and find love in mine.
