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I hate hearing people talk fondly of their childhoods
Of the way Mommy held them
Or how Daddy kissed them better when they cried
I hate smiling and pretending I understand
When they ask me if I know what they mean
When they say “Remember that?”
Or “Don’t you wish you could go back?”
I want to scream no
no no no no no
NO NO NO NO NO
All a child wants is to be held close by Mommy
Was I not worthy of having that?
No, my childhood wasn’t yours
My childhood was never sunshine and smiles
My childhood was the food Daddy couldn’t afford
But the alcohol Mommy always could
The way small fingers go numb
When nobody bothers to pay the bills
And shying away when friends ask
“Why are you so quiet?”
My childhood is late nights
Filled with broken glass and screaming
Filled with blood and bruises
And hair pulled out of your head
My childhood is wearing dirty clothes
Because Mommy got too drunk to wash them
And Daddy wasn’t home
Again
My childhood is people who should care
People who would protect
People who should love
But don’t
My childhood is hands down my pants
Even as I shook
Even as I said I wanted to stop
Even as I said he was related to me
My childhood is black holes
Gaps in my mind
Where all my memories
Are supposed to be
So ask me again
Ask me one more time
I dare you
Ask me if I remember
Because, no
I don’t remember my childhood
But really
Do I even have one to remember?
Of the way Mommy held them
Or how Daddy kissed them better when they cried
I hate smiling and pretending I understand
When they ask me if I know what they mean
When they say “Remember that?”
Or “Don’t you wish you could go back?”
I want to scream no
no no no no no
NO NO NO NO NO
All a child wants is to be held close by Mommy
Was I not worthy of having that?
No, my childhood wasn’t yours
My childhood was never sunshine and smiles
My childhood was the food Daddy couldn’t afford
But the alcohol Mommy always could
The way small fingers go numb
When nobody bothers to pay the bills
And shying away when friends ask
“Why are you so quiet?”
My childhood is late nights
Filled with broken glass and screaming
Filled with blood and bruises
And hair pulled out of your head
My childhood is wearing dirty clothes
Because Mommy got too drunk to wash them
And Daddy wasn’t home
Again
My childhood is people who should care
People who would protect
People who should love
But don’t
My childhood is hands down my pants
Even as I shook
Even as I said I wanted to stop
Even as I said he was related to me
My childhood is black holes
Gaps in my mind
Where all my memories
Are supposed to be
So ask me again
Ask me one more time
I dare you
Ask me if I remember
Because, no
I don’t remember my childhood
But really
Do I even have one to remember?
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All I wanna do is swoop in and save you from your past like some time traveling super mom whenever I read your poems. I know I don't comment on them often, but I read them, and it breaks my heart that someone as wonderful as you went through such dumb shit you didn't deserve.
i hope you don't mind that I don't talk to you much. Trust me, I'm still here for you, ok? I'm also always gonna be your friend.
*boop* love yah.
Platonically. I've got a girlfriend now!~ <33333
sorry off topic just
girlffriiiieeeenddddd
i hope you don't mind that I don't talk to you much. Trust me, I'm still here for you, ok? I'm also always gonna be your friend.
*boop* love yah.
Platonically. I've got a girlfriend now!~ <33333
sorry off topic just
girlffriiiieeeenddddd