ChildhoodTrauma

It was one of those days again; Nothing felt right, In that dark room, Everything felt throttling, Pain fed on her essence, Till she fell

They were God’s gift, I was a demon kid. They had Angels eyes, I had the Devil’s stare. They had pretty smiles. Mine had no

Dear loneliest undemanding sibling, The one no one ever worries about, The one who takes care of everything, The one everyone sees as a savior,

You look at me and hate who I am, As if you didn’t make me into this shell, Like you weren’t the one who hurt

I wanted to live, at least once, To feel what it was like, to be alive. I wanted to dream, and let go, Without having

I had grown weary, Of trying to be worthy, I had to be my own friend, I had to betray myself less; In the name

From a young age, I witnessed the harm it did, The bitter brew that tore my mother’s soul . It stole my father’s strength, left

We share walls, not a life. We pass in hallways, ghosts in our own lives. Footsteps on the stairs, a stranger’s rhythm. The kitchen table,

I stand between two worlds, A child lost in a maze, Where love once bloomed, now withers, And trust has lost its place. My mother,

Dear Diary, My mother hates me. My very existence irritates her. My semblance to my dad haunts and humiliates her. My very being stings and