MY ABUSE MEMORIES

Tired, not of this world but of society.
I am so exhausted.
So full of voice but silenced.
So full of light but constantly in shadow.
Why is kindness mistaken for weakness?
Why is attention deflected out of love?
What a bad thing humanity is sometimes.
I wanted to say a lot of things about myself, because I couldn’t tell anyone.
Because as a child the monster covered my mouth and put his crappy thing in it.
I wanted to say a lot about my childhood abuse but I understand that no one wants to hear sad things.
My diaphragm deviated from the weight above me, my breathing problems.
I don’t want to say anything anymore because I don’t want to talk about myself anymore.
There are times when something needs to be thrown out but the other refuses to act as a container.
Then we close again.
The darkness is put back in its place and Adios.

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. cattalespress
    Aug 29, 2021 @ 12:48:50

    Whether someone wants to hear sad things or not, love is listening to everything, which, of course, includes sad things.

    Reply

  2. endorsum
    Aug 29, 2021 @ 14:46:51

    Purtroppo è molto vero. Ciò non toglie che si possa trovare accoglienza.

    Reply

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