All my life,
you never gave me the attention I needed.
I was always...
a choice.
A mother is supposed to love her child,
not discard them
like they are nothing.
It’s made me someone
that sees...
how every goodbye
feels permanent.
I learned to survive,
not to live.
I learned to question
whether anyone could truly stay.
I drive people away
when they get close.
Not because I want to...
but because it’s
what I taught myself.
Now look at me.
Broken.
Fragile.
A lost soul.
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 1:52 PM UTC
All my life,
you never gave me the attention I needed.
I was always...
a choice.
A mother is supposed to love her child,
not discard them
like they are nothing.
It’s made me someone
that sees...
how every goodbye
feels permanent.
I learned to survive,
not to live.
I learned to question
whether anyone could truly stay.
I drive people away
when they get close.
Not because I want to...
but because it’s
what I taught myself.
Now look at me.
Broken.
Fragile.
A lost soul.