Everyday is painful
Why?
Simply because I lived to see it
Why am I still here?
I left my mothers home for one of my own
Now I am alone
A King without a Queen
A King with what is barely a castle
What do I have to show for what is supposed to be my Kingdom? My free life?
My life is empty, barren and wasted
They say "don't forget where you came from" but how can I?
The scars won't let me
I thought visiting my Mother would go over fine, I couldn't have been more wrong
Nothing but hurtfully words leave her mouth at the mention of me
It has always been this way
But what have I done to deserve it?
My birth?
This has been this way my entire life
My mother's emotional abuse
My father's physical abuse
How am I supposed to be normal?
How do I love someone when I was never shown what it is to begin with?
Is it alright for me to be terrified to have children at the fear that I will follow in my parents footsteps?
"Don't forget where you came from"
Believe me
I never will.
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Living Thoughts
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