A,
You swear it’s not yours when I find it in the dryer backing up stories with lies and gaslighting me until my heart is on fire.
“I promise I’ll help” “I promise I’m better” promises don’t waste them because I don’t know why I expect them to exist.
I’m overbearing? But you push anyone who cares away for drugs. You cut my skin with your razor tongue and make me plead and bleed out tears for years and years.
You don’t have money for rent but meth ain’t cheap.
Chances, chances, chances given over and over like a broken record asking for a different outcome but that’s not how the song ends.
Trying to change a story that has already been written, praying and praying you’ll quit the shit you been splitting.
Stressing out till my body can no longer handle the psychological symptoms that comes with being your daughter.
Panic, Pain, Pressure
Withering away trying to forgive and forget but the more I lock it in my tiny box the more the feelings spill out into what I wish was an abyss
You matter, the definition of matter is anything that takes up space and you take up a lot of space regardless of your skin and bones
Just like Newton’s third law of motion, an object (you) that is in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force
But how can I even stop the motion of addiction you spiral towards if I can’t even reach you because you push people away
One day I hope you see that you are a wolf in sheep’s clothing not a sheep in wolf’s clothing, and finally understand the pain and distress you put others through
Sincerely one of the three children who actually talks to you. #slampoetry #poetry #feelings #fyp
