she asked me
what you did
the first the second and now her
I cut you out and I feel safer that way,
you controlled me at such a young age,
you scared me, with you tempered rage.
it took so long to feel again,
you will never change.
do I tell her? when they ask me?
that you harmed me,
do I tell her?
would she care?
she asked me your history,
full of dusty holes and misery,
a child you lost,
from your foul mouth and hurting,
couldn’t you just have cared for me?
Then this place we wouldn’t be.