keep your ecards
keep your compliments
the **** away from me
I hate you
I hate your face
I hate knowing what you did to me
my whole life
the way that I was tortured by you
and your still standing
untouched
the way my traumas live on in my brain
the way that my family that was suppose to love me
that I did everything for
rejected me and hated me
now I am living in a country far away from you
but still it reminds me
the religion is always here
taunting me
telling me see
your worthless
see your a rebel
see your family hates you
and that is the greatest pain of all
see for years all i was told
was go to therapy
but noone
noone in my whole life
thought to ask me
what the **** happened to you ?!!
how could your parents do that to you ?!!!
They just obeyed it
like  the silent ******* that they were.
especially
the women
like little eves
to the theieves of our joy
the agressive mysgonistic men
and the mysognistic women
that were forcibly made to be that way.
So no
Don't send me cards
askin me
If I am okay
it will take so much more than that
for me to be okay
and honestly even if you did say sorry to me
it would take so much more than that
for me to be okay with all this
It feels like It will take me a while
it feels like for the first time
I don't wanna give a **** about my family
that has hated me for so long.
It is so hard
I long for my grandmother
who was like my mother to me
who loved me so much
but she's dead now and I miss her so much .
I want to love myself firmly
and be my own family
because that's literally all I got right now.
I've been on a long treacherous journey
but now I've arrived.