Time passes and the days get old
I remain as I am,
Stuck in time's hold
My eyes go blurry,
as meth takes hold
My mind creates a reality,
where I am nine years old.
Foolish and unaware,
of the tragic life ahead
I wish i could hug her, and apologise
For all the times I made the wrong choice.
I wish i could tell her it was not her fault,
for everytime our mother, made her skin burn
I wish i could tell her she was worthy of love,
And not the liability she felt she was
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Author:
Avantika (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Children, as healthy narcissists, often assume everything revolves around them. When mistreated or neglected by parents, they blame themselves, unaware it might not be their fault. They strive to be likable for parental approval, a sad reality for many. Every child deserves love equally. If you've experienced similar hardships, don't blame yourself. Childhood trauma hurts, but healing is possible ♡
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
It's an upside down world but how do we stop the rot?
We cannot change what others do, but i guess we can cut ourselves off from them. Take hold off our own life, heal, and be responsible for our own actions towards others. Making sure we dont become who we despise 🙂
Amen. It's a good start.
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