"Get out,"
I was told.
"Leave my sight"
I packed a bag.
"Just leave"
I rode off.
"Come back"
I was chased. 
"I love you"
My bike was taken.
"You can't leave"
I'm crying. 
Your arms hold no comfort for me.

rebrandedidiot

Get out.

Jun 6, 2026

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cj-sutherland

Sometimes parents can&#8217;t hear but you&#8217;re not alone you open yourself up to others you can get what you need people to listen. When somebody hurts you that day it takes Time to heal. Perhaps you can show your parents your poems and ask them just to read them maybe even other peoples responses such as mine. You can text me anytime if you need to talk privately in my message I am a mother and a grandma I know they are many like me who care

sweetrain

I think it all depends on whether they apologize after incidents like these and seem to mean it.

If they do apologize and never do that again, they probably do love you or at least care about you, and it could've just been a bad day. But if not, that is definitely not parental love. 

My father tells me he loves me... when someone is listening. Apart from that it's an endless flurry of things that he never ever apologizes for and that add up to death by paper cuts&#8211; telling me if I don't stop tapping my fingers he'll slap me, talking about feces when I'm eating after the thousandth time I've begged him to stop, dragging me off to a party I'll hate at a day's notice on the evening of a concert I'd been looking forward to for weeks, telling me during random conversations to close my mouth if I can't say anything that's not "bitchy" and then lecturing me on the rudeness of being silent, microaggressions as little as calling me "sweetheart" when he knows I hate that or occasionally as large as pinning me to the floor, twisted in painful ways and/or with my face so close to the floor it's hard to breathe, until I show sufficient "gratitude" and "respect" and tell him he's been a great dad. Does that sound like your parents? If so, I can tell you with absolute confidence, that is NOT a healthy family dynamic.