mom. i understand why yelling is your discipline, but when your words are worked into my eardrums for things i simply can't control, i feel a tsunami of emotions crash down onto me, and then suddenly i'm numb–mom. i love you to the ends of our universe and back but the fact i can't love myself the same way as that has me crumbling to my knees each night even when you told me i should stay up–but mom. i know that you try to pick me back up, because you say you love me so, but even when your hands are outstretched to me i feel like i'm trying to swim back up to the surface on my own by accidentally swimming back down.
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