The Domiciles Project



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She told me she hated me and wished that I was never born.
She didn't even seem to care that her child's heart was torn.
She blamed me for all of her heartache and pain.
Did she realize emotional abuse can drive a child insane?
She said I was the reason she never achieved her dreams.
Those words hurt me more, than to her they may have seemed.
All I wanted was her love and affection.
But all she ever gave was constant rejection.
Feeling like a lost child with no one to love,
I pray to be taken to the heavens above.
(English #6)
Not knowing why I'm just not good enough.
Why when I needed gentleness, I was treated so rough.
Wondering why my existence caused my mother so much pain.
Longing for my mother's love, I would probably never gain.
Wanting my mother to tell me, i was a blessing.
That I was not the reason for her stressing.
She locked me in this closet and said that she'd be back.
Next thing I knew was that all her bags were packed.
So now I sit, afraid in this dark and lonely closet.
Will my mother return or is this it?

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