You'll never understand how much your love feels like hate. Or the weight I bear around my neck that is the words you use to try and tell me how important I am. It just sounds like a list of demands, and a checklist for all the things I never was and cannot ever be.
Release me. Please, please, please, just let me go. Hate me. Forget me. Whatever it takes, just please let me go.
I've been fighting for my life with you for so long. It isn't even something you love, or like, or have any fondness for at all.
But it's all I have, so let it be mine.
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mothers are terrible, aren't they?
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