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firerubyjam

I'm not a whole person, and I don't think I ever will be.

Parts of me died in the house I grew up in, and I visit them in my dream.

dollkisses05

My dad has daughter issues

aphrodites-serenade

Like Father, Like Daughter

When I look into the cracked mirror, I see the remnants of you. I hate how my nose is exactly like yours. I hope I can get it fixed one day. Your sister once said I had your eyes. You don't know how much I wished I could gouge them out. But you don't exist only on my face. I can feel it in my bones, and oh, they're too heavy for a girl. I hear it in my voice, and I speak as if I'm you. I run away from my problems, just like how you did years ago. Sometimes, I pretend they don't exist. You knew how to do that so well. Who was it that said that I was too loud? Did they not know it was the only way we communicated? Each time I stand in front of this mirror, I realize that I've become terribly lonely. My father never knew how to love, and I, who always messes up, know that too well. And I hate it, I truly hate it. I'm not my father, I'm not my father, I'm not my father, I repeat. But like father, like daughter goes the proverb… right?

ang3ltearsxo

my inner child is crying and begging for someone to notice and care while my inner teen is screaming and angry at the world for what happened to her

l0sing-mymind

i wish the things that happened to me never happened

6/12/23

bpdpotato

you traumatized me for a lifetime, but it was just another sunday afternoon for you.

lostmf

By 11 shit was already fucked up

So I would be still 5 I guess

borderlineangel222

it’s unfair how i have the responsibility to heal myself when i didn’t cause my wound in the first place

its-simply-just-krys

“Mouthful of Forevers”, Clementine von Radics

honeypleasejustkillme

who else mourning the person they could've been if they were treated kindly as a child

hamoodmood-deactivated20250309

In another universe I was happy

letterstomonkey

Grief is a leaky faucet and a forged signature; The pipes froze over and you forgot to Call your mom back, and that was three days ago. Grief is addictive, Residual and graceless; I grieve in place of a Painted-by-hand Ceramic, potted plant. Grief is visceral itching A scabbing tattoo Sunday at 6pm Tumbleweeds in the pantry and my bedroom is sick of me; Grief is opening the blinds for the first time at 6pm Because it is better to start the day Dripping faucet and all, when the alternative is keeled over in a parking lot. Grief is a feeling, or a meaning a meal, a money order, a missing sock or a tearful walk- But I can grieve you in rooms I haven't stepped in yet, But I can grieve you in brush strokes on a blank page, But I can grieve you in how I cough up smoke. Grief is regret. Grieving you, like gawking at a full moon only to discover it was yesterday, so now what will you find in the sky to celebrate? Grief is the last time we looked at the moon at the same time, never knowing it, Grief is a leaky faucet.