It is written all over my face!
A person whose mother never loved screams insecurity. Underneath the confident adult look there hides the child, insecure, scared, lonely, deserted. You should ask all the sociopaths I encountered in my life - . daughter included, I say this with utmost pain. But what is the point of holding on to the truths and keeping them hidden away anymore. They're eating me up on the inside, at least I'd be insecure, wounded, deserted but with less weight now, all the shame and guilt exposed. Let the summer sun burn it away, let the summer sun expose my wounds, let the summer hope transforms anything ready to be transmuted. All the tears I keep crying don't seem to be washing anything away. I long for the winter, this one is going to be different. I shall die, or be re-birthed. I don't know how, it must be done. It is time.
Who could hold me now?
Who could handle me truly?
Not today anyway,
The world is ending.
Watch out for the zombies,
Brace for the impact,
but be patient,
it
is
going
to
be
very
slow....
the end.
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