I wish I didn't have to grow up so fast
I wish I never had to pick my mother up off the kitchen floor
Or Sit next to her on the cold tiles while tears stream down her face.
I was 7 when I started picking up the broken pieces of my mother that my father left behind
When I was 8. I could hear my father's voice screaming on the other end of the line.
I saw her sob and sink to the floor. Thinking she wasn't good enough.
I was 10 when I first remember turning into an object not a kid.
When my love was being bought with gifts bigger and better than the last.
When I was 12 I saw the lines on her wrists and thighs as what they actually were.
I realised she was trying to take away the pain but all I could do was sit and watch.
I tried to piece my mother back together but nothing I did was ever good enough
I now realise it's not my fault.
It's not my problem
It's his fault.
He destroyed her and left me to pick up the pieces
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AcakJust random stuff I write when I get bored. Don't expect constant updates No part 2's unless a lot of people want them Please enjoy ❤️ 1. Rosie- sci-fi 2. Elizabeth - Pennies for Hitler Character continuation 3. I wish - a poem about my life I...
