Once a Mistake...Always a Mistake
A poem to my mom.
Scars run up and down my body, stitches cover the holes in my heart.
The bloos drained from my wrist covered the carpet.
Your words stung like a million razor blades cutting my skin, your hate felt like my eyes were boiling hot with tears.
Your hugs felt like dry ice, pointless and dull.
Feeling were just the past now there are none. Stabbed in my face where you once were shown.
My memories and thoughts of you are gone, never to return.
But the worst thing is that I still put myself through that pain as when you said I was a mistake.
I believe it now, that you should gotten rid of me when you had the chance.
But you kept this mistake and now the mistake wants to do what you should have done 17 years ago.
The mistake lives on to hate not just you but both of us and it's all your fault.
The bloos drained from my wrist covered the carpet.
Your words stung like a million razor blades cutting my skin, your hate felt like my eyes were boiling hot with tears.
Your hugs felt like dry ice, pointless and dull.
Feeling were just the past now there are none. Stabbed in my face where you once were shown.
My memories and thoughts of you are gone, never to return.
But the worst thing is that I still put myself through that pain as when you said I was a mistake.
I believe it now, that you should gotten rid of me when you had the chance.
But you kept this mistake and now the mistake wants to do what you should have done 17 years ago.
The mistake lives on to hate not just you but both of us and it's all your fault.
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