The void
Beckons
Its ancient walls scrawled with mystery
Fear
Spiraling
Through the maze
Unknown
Caverns
With eerie whispers protruding through the desolate silence
Echoing through the expanse
Lightless
Suffocating
And cold
And yet, something beautiful about it
Something peaceful
Welcoming
To they who can withstand the darkness inside
There is something so pleasant
About sitting in the dark corridors of my brain
Contemplating

The things I write terrify me
When I look back on them with what I hope is a sound mind

Weary
I am
But wait
I must

I will not give up
Not when I am so close
To freedom

At the end of the day
The truth is
A stranger
Treated me kinder during my pain
Than my mother did

Don’t you know
That every cruel word
Every emotional blow
Every undeserved punishment
Every failure to take any semblance of responsibility
Just drives me one step closer to leaving

Don’t you know
That this roller coaster
Of love and abuse
Is what destroyed her in the first place
Destroyed the daughter too beautiful for this terrible world
And created me
A monster
Who refused to refer to myself as your child
Created to be vicious
Created to survive
What she couldn’t

Don’t you know
You almost killed her
You’ll never get her back
You can’t have me either
As soon as it’s time
I’ll be gone

Don’t you know
By the time you realize
You failed
It will be too late

Swirling
Together
A magical, impossible dance
In unseen wind
Just for them
Reminding me
To breathe