Mom...its been 7 years since we spoke last. How can that be? Your first born. Your baby girl. Was it for the best? That you gave up on me. Would you want to see me if I asked? Would you smile and lie like you always did? Would you hug me and say you missed me? Say that you're so proud of the woman I've become?
Did you know that I have cried myself to sleep for years? Did you know that you're part of why I can't love myself or why I push people away? Did you ever wonder if I ever had a friend that lasted more than a month? Now for the question ive always wanted to ask.
Mom...momma...mother...woman that gave me life...DO YOU CARE?
YOU ARE READING
The truth about my scars
PoetryThis will be a collection of writings....poems whatever they end up being about my depression and suicidal thoughts. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
