𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘

Everything was like a dream A dream, a nightmare, an illusion... Maybe a delusion To the past that I think about from the heaviness of my chest; I want to lift each one of them up so that there is no trace of them I want to erase each one of them from all the cells of my body Words that were heard and not told Events that were seen and not forgotten Deja vu that happened at the worst time For hours you sit in a corner with a glass of cocoa milk in front of you and you think about the unfortunate and unforgettable past that you are a part of The wounds that form on your body forever and remind you every second that the past never dies The calamities that have befallen you... The things you have endured and left behind The words you have suppressed in your chest and not frowned You think about how your poor feelings still hurt! I care about that dark past... I want to hug myself and kiss all those wounds and tell him that none of this was his fault... How much you needed me and I wasn't there to comfort you, my little girl. You shouldn't have had to...