The Hate

Family is never easy

Too much
The emotion
The hurt and
And it's shaking my hands
It's greeting my heart
With a blunt grab of the fist
So I can't beat or think
but shake and hurt
Ice
I feel cold
Not numb no
Unbearable shivers that severs
Serves my being
You
You put me here
And blame me
What have I done?
How did I become this?
I want to understand
Yet
There's nothing to it
I'm sorry
All of it in hate
It's said and done
It is all I can think
You feel for me mum


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Life doesn't get better - just easier to deal with. Here is me 'dealing' with it.
Written in instinct and representing thoughts from an argument