caring
the pain is a mothers warm kiss
but my mother never kissed me
kisses were replaced with hits
words of love were twisted into hateful stabs
my mother could never care for me
so i cared for myself
protect me where i should have been protected
protect me from you, from myself
but i think you were busy looking for someone to protect you
and thats okay
Copyright © Cecily Grace | Year Posted 2024
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