I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The Bystander Picks Something Up
I'm with them because, despite everything, I still love them. And while you might walk in and find me punching a wall, it's only because I want to kiss their lips.
I don't know how I survived my childhood. My brother didn't make it. I don't know why I'm taking care of her now, after everything she did to us. My torturer, my mother.
This one made me tear up. Maybe because I am in this situation.
ReplyDeleteThere are no words to express just how much I relate to this message. "Ditto" doesn't cut it.
ReplyDeleteOh. This is a sign, I know it is.
ReplyDeleteBut I don't know what it's trying to tell me.
Thank you.
ReplyDeletesome walls are never hard enough for me.
ReplyDeletethis was much needed at this particular moment in time.
ReplyDeleteI love this one! So true, so well said. I love it :)
ReplyDeleteI don't know how I survived my childhood. My brother didn't make it. I don't know why I'm taking care of her now, after everything she did to us. My torturer, my mother.
ReplyDeleteI needed this right now.
ReplyDeletei made it. i managed to walk away. it's worth it, for all the loneliness, the disconnection, the isolation, freedom is worth it.
ReplyDelete"love doesn't hate back."
ReplyDeleteSo true.