i was perfectly sane, i was not high/ there were no demons in my head for these voices were not mine/ i was quite young when i adapted the mantra of, "don't get attached, remember what happened last time"/ and as i filled my body with your hate over the years/ i translated its abnormalities to, "as long as i am breathing, it must be fine."
it was not my peace my demons asked for, nor my blood they craved/ it was you all along, you and your parental despair/ these monsters were never under the bed or my closet/ nor were they trying to eat or scare/ the monster was your narcissism, your words and your rage./ it banged the walls of the house/ from the kitchen floor to the room's ceiling/ it was you all along and i cursed my head for it.
i slit my veins, i let me bleed cause i hated your blood/ my mother made my bones so i'd love myself more when i'm but a skeleton/ i've been sleeping in the hearse for years now, so i don't mind lying in the grave alone/ but i don't harm myself cause i am afraid that they would add my last name to my tombstone.
a/n:
where my daddy issues girlies at?
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QUERENCIA || prose/poetry
Poetrypardon me and these dull musings of my troubled mind.
