Growing up,
my mother next to me.
Growing up,
years in darkness- filth, fear and pain.
A feral loneliness.
Growing up,
a revelation, a smile.
So amazing, some people would notice.
Growing up,
my trust shattered- a back stab from all I had left.
Fear, confusion and tears... anger.
Growing up,
I end up in a new home. Hopeful.
For a time.
Growing up,
Rocks at my back- my ears deaf as I am carried away.
My feet bleeding, holes in my smile.
The nurse yet confused- why was I there?
Growing up,
I ran away.
I find myself in this foster home- a lot of work and a few smiles.
Growing up... I stopped.
Back to that darkness I had to go, this time with my newfound experience.
I thought to rise against the odds- to instead fail.
Growing up were all my problems, my pain, my debts...
I now cry over them.
I wish I could be normal.
I... hate it.
I am tired...
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
Growing up,
my mother next to me.
Growing up,
years in darkness- filth, fear and pain.
A feral loneliness.
Growing up,
a revelation, a smile.
So amazing, some people would notice.
Growing up,
my trust shattered- a back stab from all I had left.
Fear, confusion and tears... anger.
Growing up,
I end up in a new home. Hopeful.
For a time.
Growing up,
Rocks at my back- my ears deaf as I am carried away.
My feet bleeding, holes in my smile.
The nurse yet confused- why was I there?
Growing up,
I ran away.
I find myself in this foster home- a lot of work and a few smiles.
Growing up... I stopped.
Back to that darkness I had to go, this time with my newfound experience.
I thought to rise against the odds- to instead fail.
Growing up were all my problems, my pain, my debts...
I now cry over them.
I wish I could be normal.
I... hate it.
I am tired...
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