i love them, "do you?", whispers my mind. "i do," murmurs my heart.
but i stumble, always.
words slip, unwelcomed, uninvited.
i donβt deserve them.
a tear falls. the mirror blurs. "itβs 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