The memories linger near me
They are always there
All he stuff you did to me
All the pain
The misunderstanding
It lingers
I know your trying to fix your mistakes
But one of you is failing
The other one I'm trying to learn how to trust
I just hate how you joke about
I saw the horror on your friends face when you joked about it
I understand that I was not the best when I was younger
But there were other ways
I was a child
Who had to much anger and energy
And the ghosts of what you both did to me will haunt me forever
This is actually a poem about my parents, I was never hit as a child but I was spanked and I had cold water poured on me multiple times and I was thrown in the shower more than once but i never really understood until about I month ago what happened, It makes me uncomfortable to talk about the rest i might get more into my childhood another time but for now i'm leaving it at this...
