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Month: November 2017

self hate blame

Mama, I’m sorry. I am not the perfect daughter you have always dreamed of. Instead I am your nightmare. Praying to God for me While I squeeze your heart, till it begins to bleed black You approach me with kindness Your words melting into my ears, But mama, I am broken. I can never be fixed. Eleven years of pain was enough The things you did for me Ungrateful child, I am Mama, I beg you, Keep on, Praying for me. For God is on your side, And will be… Read more self hate blame