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I hate myself.
it's hard to breathe when I've lost everything.
I remember.
I don't want to remember.
I got upset, I always do.
I cant breathe.
mom?
get off me.
he is not my mother,
but his grip feels like hers.
hands clawing at mine.
weight overpowering me.
I'm scared.
mom?
I don't fight back.
my grip tightens, yet my body goes limp.
I hate myself.
slamming my hands against my skin,
taking the blade and ripping the flesh,
mom?
I'm scared.
pick my lifeless body up,
and carry me to the morgue.
I love you.
I hate myself.
YOU ARE READING
the poems from the heart.
Poesiai 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.
