TRIGGER WARNING
( mental and emotional abuse, suicidal thoughts, self harm mentions)
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Care? You care? How? Tell me exactly how much you care about me,
your eldest,
the one who quote on quote saved you?
Worried? You are worried? Tell me exactly how worried you are
when I tell you my feelings that you dismiss,
that you use to cause fear into my boiling blood,
your blood you created,
your flesh.
I am the bad guy? How? Because I told you how I felt?
Because I am speaking my mind,
on which you do,
all
the
time.
One day you tell me,
oh how worried you are,
but turn around and tell me how you don't care anymore,
and get angry because I am revolting,
refusing to do what you want me to?
Author's Note:
I hope I don't make anyone sad concerned.
This is just another way to vent.
