all I ever wanted was to be free
but for some unknown for me reason
my body ached when I got out
and I know I don't want to come back
but something makes me so tied to them
even the most harmful words
and toughest fights
didn't cut the cords
I sit in the kitchen
in a house that's not mine
trying to remember why I miss
home that was so cruel
that I never wanted to call it home
why does it feel wrong to have my own pan?
I don't want it
I want the crusty one
that my mum kept since xv century
I always wanted to have my own room
I have one now and its so empty
what is wrong with me
do I miss the screaming
or the fear to fall asleep
maybe it became a part of me
that I can't escape
I still hear muffled sobs
that were making me shiver
that had made me believe
nobody else cries for real
except her
maybe I made mistake
trying to find peace
maybe I should go back
since I haven't found it anyway
I'm spiralling while pancakes burn
and I don't want to go back
why do they still make me hold my breath
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Author:
skpearl (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2023 16:29
- Category: Family
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Comments2
Why would I eat your pancakes when we can go to IHOP !
not bad idea since theyre burned
Hold on now I love me the crispy edges
This was so beautifully wrote. I have the greatest sympathy for the pain behind this poem.
Best Wishes
Thank you, it means a lot ❤
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