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Abandonment Issues

Family isn't always blood, and that's okay.

By RébeccaPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Alone, in a big bright city;

Reminiscing on what felt like family;

Sitting, wondering if there ever was a ”we”;

And how mom, you never fought for me.

Daddy, picking up every piece;

And always being my safety;

Tryin’ to bring back the old me;

From before you took the light out of me.

You never thought I’d end up as half as good as you;

You’d sit back every time and say that we are through;

All I could ever do is say thank you;

For making me see, that all I need;

Is myself and my company.

At this point, I don’t even know what to write;

‘Cause to you I was never worth the fight;

They say ”gay” means ”happy”;

Why’d you have to take it out of me.

Yeah, you never really knew the real me;

But mom, I’m your daughter, this is so wrong, how can’t you see;

Since then, all that’s been left in me;

Are these four walls and what I used to be.

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