We only ever talk on birthdays and Christmas,
Seems like those were the darkest days of my life you had to witness.
All you saw were the surface level actions,
Failing to see that I was trying to escape –
Trying to find a moment of pleasure,
Albeit, temporarily,
In all the pain.
The true self,
Desperate for help.
Desperate for love.
All you could see was the chaos and mess.
You thought I made bad choices,
Sometimes you were right.
But all I really wanted,
Was for you to bring me to the light.
To tell me you love me,
To support me,
To not leave me there alone.
All my life,
I just wanted someone who knew,
That I was struggling inside.
To look deeper,
To see the inner child,
With the tears in her eyes.
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