I want you to get your sleep, because I know you're a gremlin like me. Who doesn't care if they start to bleed. Because when you start to plee, and believe, that death would set you free. From misery. You sit there and just grieve, your hopes and dreams. Thinking you're to fucked to live and be seen. Because of the trauma that we felt, And we screamed and we prayed. And we fell to our knees. Saying God just stop this please. Yet. No one heard our scene. Except me. And the planes that are in between. Who never could have done anything. Unlike you. The mother who helped stab me so clean and pristine with guilt and the shame of the one who wasn't to blame. You blankly apologize so you can move on, as I sit in the dirt trying to figure out if you're the parent I should really fawn. You helped raise me, and I came out feeling like a pawn.
( Created July 3rd 2025 )