She friended and then unfriended me
My once upon a mother
Not my biological mother, but the mother I had when my biological mother was caught up in her own sickness
You see she’s long gone
Left when the Queen of Hearts started weaving webs of sayings and this and that
Left with all of them
Pointing fingers at my back
Hates me doesn’t hate me
Spins that lie that she “doesn’t hate anyone”
Whatever she said she did what she did and I spent hours wondering
Why?
What do you want from me?
But when I asked her myself she said nothing
She wanted nothing
Sometimes I look at that relationship and feel like I failed
Which I did… In their eyes anyways
I wouldn’t have judged someone the same way they did
No
It just proves how different and unrelated we are
I guess
If she was reading this I’d want her to know that she did a good job of loving me up until the moment she didn’t.
And that kicking a depressed person out for being depressed is a sick and disgusting thing to do to someone
But I don’t want her to come back
Because then I’d have to pretend like I did something terrible when I didn’t.
I did something bad. I did not do something terrible.
I don’t want her to come back
I’m finally free
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