bent.

February 7, 2017

eventually,

i stopped asking my mother
if she wanted help with dinner.
i didn't try to drink coffee anymore
to avoid the nightmares.
i stopped raising my hand.
i stopped looking at faces,
i looked at pain chipped walls instead.
 

how i envied those walls.






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