I Was Emotionally Abused By My Mother
When I hear a door opening a little too loudly,
or her footsteps in the hallway.
For what would come after,
were her words,
easily slipping out of her mouth,
but slicing me deep, each and every time.
I would try to block her out
and let it go.
But day after day
it would hurt more and more
until eventually
I learned to hurt myself too.
Then I began to believe that I deserved what I was getting.
And it took a lot for me to be lifted from that.
For half of that time, I had to lift myself.
I'm still healing.
I'm still broken.
I still get freaked.
or her footsteps in the hallway.
For what would come after,
were her words,
easily slipping out of her mouth,
but slicing me deep, each and every time.
I would try to block her out
and let it go.
But day after day
it would hurt more and more
until eventually
I learned to hurt myself too.
Then I began to believe that I deserved what I was getting.
And it took a lot for me to be lifted from that.
For half of that time, I had to lift myself.
I'm still healing.
I'm still broken.
I still get freaked.