Drowning
“You look tired” “I’m fine”…
No I’m not. I can’t breathe, I feel like I’m sinking, drowning, dying. I’m weary. I’m angry. I am bitter and resentful. I am a bleeding heart to everyone, anyone…but HIM.
MY ANGER IS EXHAUSTING.
I got past it finally. I didn’t trust you, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I let you into my home, MY SPACE. You wallow in self-pity, live in the bottom of a bottle. You are alone because your friends and family are tired of your lies. Their charity ran out. So you move on, finding people to live off of. You’re a parasite. Now, you latch onto your child. Drain her account. Take advantage of her giving nature. You disgust me.
Go away. You have a disease, I accept that. You choose to live as a victim, feeding off of the people unfortunate enough to care for you. I refuse to accept that. You have no value for your own life. You have tried countless times to end your life. Now, disabled and helpless, you shamelessly live off your daughter, who is still dependent on me.
You are pathetic.
I’m not okay. I can’t breathe. I want to get as far away from you as I can. You are a parasite. How can you sit in my apartment and live off me? Confined to a wheelchair because you were drunk and crashed into a wall? I hate you.
But I love my daughter. She’s my best friend. We got through all those years WITHOUT YOU by clinging to each other. But now, she chose you. Because you're weak. Because you have NOBODY. So I’m breaking her heart.
I really hate you.










