“But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.”
― Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories
Please, don’t you love me anymore?
Why won’t you love me anymore?
I can hear you, you know?
Talking about me in a hushed tone
Every night it’s the same discussion
Your words they have repercussion
Have you no shame?
Don’t you see me?
“He’s a mistake”
Your son is a useless freak snake
“That boy is a complete idiot”
Could you be any more serious?
“He is just so careless”
Is hurting me so effortless?
“He’s a liar’
Why don’t you set me on fire?
Don’t worry I loathe myself
Just as much as you loathe me
I’ve got scars you can’t see
I’m breaking down to pieces
You want a son with no flaws to deal
Keep pretending I’m not real
How long can you neglect me?
I wish I was as invisible as you make me feel
You don’t know how you’ve betrayed me
I can’t be what you need
I know the truth now
I know who you are
And I don’t love you any longer.
“I can hear you.
I know you are fed up of me.
I’m not what you want.
I don’t do what you want.
I can’t live up to your expectations
I’m sorry.
I wish you’d love me for who I am.”
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Poetry“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.” ― Chuck Palahniuk. Some people are addicted to sadness, addicted to the pain of wanting something I can'...
