You took care of all of my booboos
Kissed all my scars
But when mental woes came
I was discard.
I am terrified now,
to come to you,
I don't want you to look at me
Like I'm twisted.
Worthless,
I felt like that for three ******* years!
But when it's your mother,
the pain is so much more unbearable than you thought
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
You took care of all of my booboos
Kissed all my scars
But when mental woes came
I was discard.
I am terrified now,
to come to you,
I don't want you to look at me
Like I'm twisted.
Worthless,
I felt like that for three ******* years!
But when it's your mother,
the pain is so much more unbearable than you thought
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