people always say what you went through is what made you
but what if i was made by the time i was 6
after hearing my mom and dad fight,
hearing the cops on the phone.
i realized that no matter how much you love someone, it will eventually turn into nothing.i never had the childhood i was supposed to, growing up around the old men who were calling me more then beautiful by the time i was 10.
hearing my step father call me a whore because i had shorts on in the summer.
having to help my mom through her panic attacks while i went through mine alone.
nothings changed.
and im starting to accept it never will
YOU ARE READING
It Gets Dark
PoetryThis is kinda just me writing my thoughts, venting. im truly sorry if you find this