I could never be a mother.
My children would be just as broken as me.
They would turn out just like I did, I wouldn't be strong enough to break the generational mental illness and addiction.
I'm too broken to be a good mother.
They would suffer as a bystander through my personal problems.
Kind of like inhaling second-hand cigarette smoke.
They'd turn out the same way I did.
My mother is mentally ill, so is my father.
Addiction and mental illness runs through my blood like water in a waterfall.
If I can't take care of myself, how would I care for them?
It would be selfish to put an innocent child on this earth just so one day they'll suffer from something they can't control.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
