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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