Because at the end of the day I'll never be enough for you, will I?
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Because at the end of the day I'll never be enough for you, will I?
CONFLICT
This distance is a wall I can't scale,
words in the air — talk that never nails.
We speak and the silence pounds in my chest,
a relentless throb that will not rest.
The elephant stays, fat and absurd,
your quiet is a death sentence — final, unheard.
I don't know what I want; I only know this:
you are my wound and my darkest bliss.
You are the worst thing that taught me how to survive,
and the best thing that keeps me alive.
“Mouthful of Forevers”, Clementine von Radics
I think I will have to accept that I am just like my parents.
Just like my father.
But maybe, just maybe I can be a little better than them by not having children.
Maybe I didn't need you to be a contrarian.
Maybe I didn't need you to challenge my ideas.
Maybe I didn't need you to test and oppose my emotions.
Maybe, I just needed a dad?
Realizing you don't love me the way I pathetically need you to hurt more than any thing else ever could
I can't help but think that if I was only some other kid it would have been easier for you to love your child.
Maybe you're not a bad parent
Maybe I'm just not the right child
The worst part wasn't that she was quiet. It was that no one noticed.
That she thought no one noticed.
Ethier you didn't notice or you did and ignored it
and I don't know which one is worse.
She would do anything for you.
She doesn't even know who I really am.
"I am not a villain You shouldn't have treated me as one."
I was a child You should've treated me as one.
How can you expect me to get better, to want to get better, if every time I try you make fun of me?
This house is safe but this home is far from it.
You're not "fine" if your definition of fine is not dead
Nah because who the fuck am I supposed to talk to? My mother? His wife?
Why won't you notice?
Do you not care?
Why don't you care?