i miss the comfort of my mother
it's so easy
to believe
your words.
your fucking hateful, hurtful words.
crying every day
is getting so tiring
but they won't stop,
and sometimes
i need them.
family get-togethers
bring on the lies
the fake smiles
and the cheerfulness.
did i really do this
to myself?
this red room
scares me now.
i want to shut myself out and up,
end this rabbit hole of a life.
it's always "time to pretend",
i can't be myself and let the
shit out.
happy christmas and holiday cheer
to you and yours.
10:55 PM
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