Many say, “Nobody leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark”, but I found myself yearning to leave. Couldn’t time be a little faster when we want it to?
What happens when the one who is supposed to keep us happy inflicts the most pain on us?
As a child I am not allowed to talk back to an adult and seemingly my breath seems to agree as it escapes from my lungs, especially when I need it most. Everyday your scars on me are getting bigger than my own inflicted ones. I can’t bear to see you not loving me.
My heart cringes and cries every time you come closer. If you ever decide you want another child, please think carefully about it; I mean I wouldn’t want you to cause misery on another soul on this life.
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