It all comes flooding back
The memories, the pain, the suffering losing the one thing I need most of all, focus
Over a few words spoken in an abyss darkened moment, "No More."
Telling her how much she wasn't worth it
How she wasn't worth the scopes, the tests
The Possible surgeries
All said because of my mental disorders
They made it not worth suffering through
Only to ensure more years of mental anguish and torment
A constant rollercoaster ride in a small room with a tornado
The inability to avoid the person I despised most of all
Me.
I couldn't stand my own irrational behavior
My own universal self-hatred
Sponsored by bullying and a constant reminder
That I was a bad memory for my family of what they had lost
The patriarchs of both sides
How it must of hurt to just look at me and see their faces looking back at them.
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