Yesterday was her birthday
I don't even remember how old she is
All I remember is the blows she gave me and the bruises that formed
So is she really my mother? No.
I don't have a mother. I have three mothers;
biological mother, adopted mother, stepmother.
None of which I wish to consider my mom.
One abandoned me, the other abused me, the last one hates me.
So now all I'm left with is my memories and the hope to never become like either of them.
For if I do, I swear to god I'll never forgive myself.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 7:48 PM UTC
Yesterday was her birthday
I don't even remember how old she is
All I remember is the blows she gave me and the bruises that formed
So is she really my mother? No.
I don't have a mother. I have three mothers;
biological mother, adopted mother, stepmother.
None of which I wish to consider my mom.
One abandoned me, the other abused me, the last one hates me.
So now all I'm left with is my memories and the hope to never become like either of them.
For if I do, I swear to god I'll never forgive myself.
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