(He tried to kill her)
What do you do, when you’re trying to figure out what happened to you?
(She begged you not to tell)
Was it really abuse?
(He never hit very hard)
A slap doesn’t kill
(You always yelled back)
He wasn’t the only one fighting
(You didn’t want him to be there)
Everything was
Just
Changing
(He hated the rejection)
You did this to yourself
What if
Your once-beloved parent
Stabbed you with a knife
And left it in there
Forever
Left you with pain
That is constant
You’d get used to it
It doesn’t fade away, like a numbness
It’s more like background noise
Keeping you from concentrating
Keeping you from relaxing
Keeping you from experiencing the pleasure
Of friends
Nature
Love
Of yourself
What if your once-beloved parent did this to you?
Would you ask why?
Would you ask if you deserved it?
Would you still dream
Of him
Supporting you
Of her
Protecting you?
Would you still dream?
