I'm sorry I didn't work for you. I tried. I was the one that destroyed myself trying to rebuild you. I was the one that let you in at 3am. I kept it quiet. I pretended not to be hurt. I tried to fix you. I put you first when you were supposed to be raising me. You took everything I could give every bit of trust every bit of hope that love could be unconditional. You obliterated everything I wanted to be. You stole my very being. You're the reason I spent years in agony to try to rediscover my identity. You're the reason I was subjected to mistakes that almost ended my life. But you know what I'm better now that you're gone. I've built up my self and tore down the walls I rose above it all. So continue being disgusting and pathetic because now I won't be there to witness it.
YOU ARE READING
Short stories and poems
PuisiI write little things here and there and thought people should be able to read it
