Left
I was 7 years old when my mom left. I didn’t understand any of it. I was so confused. And everyone around me were to big of cowards to face it. To tell me what happened. I had to learn on my own I had to feel the hurt just like everyone around me. So then we would all feel sad and angry and scared. My mom came back many times. And I got hope each and every time. And she ripped it away. She ruined me. And I pretend just like everyone else that it never happened. And I’m not okay. I want everyone to know that they don’t know me because I’m not okay. I’m scared. So scared because everyone leaves. Everyone. And it’s horrible, I know. Not being enough to make them want to stay. Never being enough. Never being good enough. I don’t forgive her. She ruined me. I’m so alone.
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