mother

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inspired by punkforthesoul

I am flawed, I'm always wrong.
I take things too seriously,
I get attached to people who treat me like trash.
I cry myself to sleep, I have dark circles under my eyes.
my laugh sounds like a puppy getting stepped on.
my scars are nearly prominent, especially the ones on my thighs.
all the lies I've told are coming back to haunt me.
I'm failing all my classes, but I did try.
I just stopped caring.
I'm losing "friends," I'm losing my mind.
I've gained weight.
I pull at my lashes, now there's none left.
(honestly, I make wishes, one for every lash that has fallen.)
my left pointer finger and thumb are stained with red from hot Cheetos.
my fake smile doesn't convince anyone anymore.
I wheeze when I cry now.
I break promises more than ever.
I make wishes that never come true.
I always fall for the wrong person.
I'm extremely paranoid.
I'm flawed.

mom, now I see why you don't love me... you can't love me.