Shorts, Poems, and Imagines

Short #8: "You Hate Me."

Dear mother. This is my sincere letter to you. You raised me and you've been there for me through thick and thin. And when tragedies struck, you disregarded yourself and aided us first. But when my world starts crumbling apart, I showed you and you tried piecing them back together. But when my world crumbled once again, I hid away from you and pieced it together myself. I created myself a new foundation. A new point of view. It was beautiful and it was lovely. But I knew society didn't like it, and so did you. Outsiders say that you will accept this world I created with my broken pieces. However, there was this uncomfortable feeling eating me away. Making me overthink. It kept me thinking and thinking, to the point I start thinking about death. I didn't know what to do with these feelings. I was too afraid to confront you this time. I knew you thought of my world as disgusting, and I had no idea how you would react. The bad scenarios made me choke in tears. And that feeling that's eating me away, is killing me slowly. I'm on the brink mother... I want you to see my suffering. I want you to help me get rid of this feeling eating me away. I don't want to disappear. But as this feeling continues to eat me away... I am left with no hope... My head's filled with negatives... I am disgusting... I don't deserve to live... How dare I choose to love... You. Hate. Me.