“Words hurt” a phrase that only ever applied to me.

When I think of all of the scars inside me, it is proof that you were right.

You said there was nothing I could do to make you stop loving me,

but if that were true as well then why did you leave me in a dark, lonely box and refuse to ever hear me when I cried for you?

7 years is a long time to spend in solitary.

A roof, food, clothing,

none of that makes a mother.

I have learned that, since taking your place.

I have learned all of the things that I would never do as a mother,

let alone as a person that cares about others.

You shattered me, and I was left with so many pieces.

I am still trying to make sense of them, some don’t seem to fit anywhere anymore.

I am forced to rebuild,

recover on my own while you continue your life as if nothing ever happened.

Faded words in an ancient book of your life.

I wonder if I was one of your pieces that just didn’t fit anymore.

I have long since stopped crying for you.