i used to shoot you down”
from the day i could recall my own memories.
i have always thought about suicide.
i often wondered why they keep surfacing.
“go away, i don’t wanna hear you cry,
why are you even crying? stop crying”
i run towards my secret hiding spot.
i start drawing on the wall.
drawings of a loving family.
“why are you hiding under the table?”
starts dragging me by my hair.
“i don’t care if you are crying,
“stop crying, stop crying!”
tears kept pouring even more.
“i got you your favorite toy!
confused but happy i got a new toy.
i didn’t even want that toy.
i just wanted her to see me for me.
i just wanted her to care & hug me.
i just wanted her to help me
with these overwhelming feelings.
she was living in this in denial world,
but how would my 4 years old me know that?
of course i wouldn’t have known,
a household with no boundaries,
not being able to freely express myself.
of course i wouldn’t have known,
being conditioned into a home
where i have to look happy all the time.
of course i wouldn’t have known,
conditioning me to be who i am not.
of course i wouldn’t have known,
i often wondered why my mind lingers.