I cried in front of my mom last night.
Real tears too.
Not the pretty ones I use for sympathy.
And she cried too.
I cried in front of my mom last night.
I told her about how angry I was.
And how much I hated myself.
And she cried too.
I cried in front of my mom last night.
I told her about how much I missed my life before she adopted me.
And how thankful I was I could finally be honest.
And she cried too.
I cried in front of my mom last night.
I said that I didn't hate her anymore.
Even though I still did.
And she cried too.
I cried in front of my mom last night.
I begged her not to hug me.
Even though I knew she needed it.
And she cried too.
I cried in front of my mom last night.
After I promised my self I wouldn't ever again.
And I told her everything.
And I made her cry too.
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Diary of a Dead Girl
PoetryAs of January 15th, this poetry collection is complete! I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't please don't come for me. The diary and inner thoughts of a (pretty much) dead girl, except in the form of sonnets and poetry! How fun is that! It's fun...