i love them,
"do you?", whispers my mind.
"i do," murmurs my heart.
but i stumble,
always.
words slip,
unwelcomed,
uninvited.
i don’t deserve them.
a tear falls.
the mirror blurs.
"it’s over already," the mind sighs.
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC
i love them,
"do you?", whispers my mind.
"i do," murmurs my heart.
but i stumble,
always.
words slip,
unwelcomed,
uninvited.
i don’t deserve them.
a tear falls.
the mirror blurs.
"it’s over already," the mind sighs.
I love my parents, I know.
But I have hurt them already...
why do I never try to understand them?
I try to do.... just probably the worst daughter alive maybe....
saying things I never mean, then crying as its hurting me...
I can feel the heaviness in my heart
Why the hell am I the way I am???
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