You were supposed to adore me,
To raise me,
To love me,
But you didn't, did you?
No, your love came harsh,
In beatings and shouting,
In neglect and tolerance,
You brought me to this world,
Yet I was never your world.
So I went to someone else,
Another to love me,
To touch me gently.
As if I were something worthy of love,
You never told me I wasn't,
You taught me instead,
You taught me that I should be grateful for the basics,
For water, food, and shelter.
But those are the basics,
You never gave me more.
You taught me I was not worthy of love,
Just the basic filling of my needs,
It is hard to be normal,
Hard not to fear being honest,
When I was with you,
That ended with pain, and you leaving me crying on the floor.
Hard to speak up,
Because when I did, you would shout back,
'I was being disrespectful'
And then you'd bruise me with your words,
Stab me, over and over.
I bleed the love I had for you,
Thank you for making sure I survived,
I was alive,
I just never lived.
I was there,
Just never present.
Why do you hate me?
I loved you.
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
You were supposed to adore me,
To raise me,
To love me,
But you didn't, did you?
No, your love came harsh,
In beatings and shouting,
In neglect and tolerance,
You brought me to this world,
Yet I was never your world.
So I went to someone else,
Another to love me,
To touch me gently.
As if I were something worthy of love,
You never told me I wasn't,
You taught me instead,
You taught me that I should be grateful for the basics,
For water, food, and shelter.
But those are the basics,
You never gave me more.
You taught me I was not worthy of love,
Just the basic filling of my needs,
It is hard to be normal,
Hard not to fear being honest,
When I was with you,
That ended with pain, and you leaving me crying on the floor.
Hard to speak up,
Because when I did, you would shout back,
'I was being disrespectful'
And then you'd bruise me with your words,
Stab me, over and over.
I bleed the love I had for you,
Thank you for making sure I survived,
I was alive,
I just never lived.
I was there,
Just never present.
Why do you hate me?
I loved you.
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