Where There Is Pain There Is Life

It’s too late. You can not fix what you broke by trying to give me what I needed as a child. I am no longer a child. It’s too late

Familiar feels safe, even when it’s killing you

Alone is how I grew up and alone is how I’ll go

She was a child. She was a child. She was a child. But she never got to be

She made me everything she ever wanted. She made me what she never had. But She didn’t consider what I wanted

Some of us get left behind. Some of us collect pain, not memories

Trying to explain my pain just makes me want to die

Weird limbo when I return home for college breaks because I’ve healed my relationship with my fam but not from all parts of my past. So I crave being home, but at the same time am very triggered back in my old town.