ikuchan
ying
- Aug 28, 2018
- 23
it hurts me to look at my mother sometimes and not because i hate her
the filial affection and loyalty i have for her remains unchanged from the day i was born even with everything she has and hasn't done
it's the opposite, my love for her is unconditional, unsurmountable; the one person i put above everyone else and whose happiness matters more to me than anything else
even if i wasn't already suicidal, i would die for her a thousand times in the most painful ways
but what she could have fostered during my youth for us to be more - to be close - has long passed and all that remains are vacant spaces where things should be
when i look at her... without fail - in the back of my head, a resentful and tormenting voice makes me aware of one thing
one devastating truth that i can't erase nor forget no matter how much i try
"why wasn't she there for you?"
the filial affection and loyalty i have for her remains unchanged from the day i was born even with everything she has and hasn't done
it's the opposite, my love for her is unconditional, unsurmountable; the one person i put above everyone else and whose happiness matters more to me than anything else
even if i wasn't already suicidal, i would die for her a thousand times in the most painful ways
but what she could have fostered during my youth for us to be more - to be close - has long passed and all that remains are vacant spaces where things should be
when i look at her... without fail - in the back of my head, a resentful and tormenting voice makes me aware of one thing
one devastating truth that i can't erase nor forget no matter how much i try
"why wasn't she there for you?"