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i can no longer abide the selfish nature which dictates your heart,
an excuse to stay mired in misery, content in the harrowing discourse and you..
you're blissfully unaware of your barbed actions, every word pierces my already...
broken, broken, my heart is broken beyond repair.
y̶͇̩͚͇̠̲̾̎̊ǫ̸̡̟̞͓̈́̿̑́̓͠ṷ̴͕͕͍̪̬͌͊̅̐͂̽ ̵̬̋͌̈́̓̓̽c̵̥̹̬̫̍̍̏̐̈́͝å̷͉̲̻͉̗̂͐n̸̢̨̛̲n̷̦̻̉͑̐̓͐ơ̷̧̫͚̾͆́̆̈t̴̜̺̜̮̖̀͊͋̃̈́͝ ̸̛̳͇̼̺̫̉̐͂ͅf̴̦͍̫̻̩͊̚o̵̗̭̹̭̓r̸̲͑͑̉ċ̸̺̭̖͋̈̒̐̕ė̶̛͓̘̹͈̞̒̋̎̆ ̸̣͚̘̼̲̘͐͒̚n̵̢̨̄͋͆͑̌̚ǫ̵͆̅̃̂̔͠r̵͕͖̘̅͋m̶̡̦̗͋a̵̭͙̮͕̽́l̶̘͆c̴̮̼͉̮̣̝̄̇̆̚̕͝ỷ̵̢̙̤̹̩̽̂̐̕.̸̧̰͉̠̜̊́
̷̪̪̬̖̝͔̓͛͛
̴̡̭͇̰̮̗͂́y̷̡͇̖̆̿́̍͂̚õ̴̥̰̥̲͜ȕ̸͉͙̰̱͆̐͑̔͝ ̶̯͚̦͙̗̲̔̈̓̂̍͛c̷͈͓̲̦̍͐̿́̅͝ả̸̲͠͝n̵͖̒̓͋n̸̪͍̮̹̑̃ͅo̸̡̼̮͉̩͐t̵̪̦̽̃͒͜ ̸̧̢̭̙̗̗̀̈́͝à̴̱̯̜͔͠ͅͅc̵̨̖̟͔̆t̴̘̙̙̒ͅ ̵͕̤͇̽ä̸̟̠͔̘́̿̃s̸̼͌̀̽ ̷̰͎͖͌į̶̠̙͚̌̕f̶̨̡̫̥̱̉ ̴̩͐̋̀ͅỉ̶͖͕̤̙̼͕̊́̉̐͠t̵͈̊̌͝ ̶͔̔͒̓͝i̴̞͂̎̂͂̀ş̸̨͙̱̈́̔͌͠ ̶̡̲̬̳̼͊͒̾̀̎̉f̶͍̝̘̊͐̓ȍ̵̝͒͗͝r̴̛̺̙̳̃͌̔̋ͅg̷̯͓͍̊́͋̃̈́o̴̟͇̜̩̱͛̈́̐̚t̵̨̻͉̓̏͘ͅṫ̶̪̜̜̚e̵̙͎͛͆̀n̸̙͙̈́̊̃͠.̵̺͓͉̲̇̽̚
time and time i've been left to the LIONS, the wolves, danger, danger!!
all in favor of him, did you really shield me in the end?
him, you'll choose ḩ̴̡̯̗̟̻͍̯͎̯̙͍͎̙́͗̌̓̔̂̇į̷͉͙̝͓̭̬̥̤͈͚̟̰͍̟̗͙̪͐ͅm̵̛̛̞̝͙̭̳̹̗͖̗̣͉̯̳̞͔̩̙͙̜̠͙͒̅̿̌͐̿́̿̓̓̋̎͗̏̏̇̚͘̕̚͜͝͝ every time, still choose him (Į̴̦̯͚͕̖͖̖̟͚̪͕͉̳͚͓̹̃̂̂̍̀̓̓̀̏̍̚̕͘͜ ̶̡̛̛̪̣̘̰̥͓͇̺̲̱̀̐̓͑̿̀̓̍͛̄̈́͂͐̃̏̚͜ͅH̵͖̜̝͍̙͖̜̹̺͓͙̺̪̦͎̼͔̝͔̔̓̀̏̿̍̒̀̕̚ͅÀ̶̡̟̠̣̘̦̠̭̙̫̱̍T̸̢̧̹̟̱͍͍͔̬̣̤̗͚̹̻͚̠͚̳͉̀̀͆̊́͑̒͋̂͗̿͗́̾̓͗̓̋̃̚̚͜͠Ȩ̷̢̢̤̗̩̻͔̭̠͔̪̹̺̦̱̠̥̺͉͛̒̎̀͜͜͠͠ͅ ̸̨̨̝̬̼̟̖̭̩̻̯̲͓̥̜̙̪̘̥̟͓̌̎͒̅̀̎̓́̊̆͘̚͝͝͝͝͠Ḥ̸͕̻͗̑͑̅́͋̔̽͒̒̀͜͝I̴̻͉̼̻͆̑̔̈̄̈́͘͠M̷̳̦̭̙͉̜̉̔͂̎͌̎̇̈́͠͠͝͝.) and i'll be left.. alone, always left alone.
w̶̭͒o̴͕̓n̴̏ͅd̴̯̑e̸̤̒r̸̥̊,̸̦͝ ̶̼̈́í̸̩ ̷̙̍d̸̯̓o̵̿ͅn̴̥̒'̴̜̅t̵̺̎ ̴̻̒ë̵̠́v̸̜̽ȩ̷̄n̴̺͌ ̵̻̐w̶͎̋ỏ̶͔n̴̳̿d̶̥̅ȩ̶̒r̴̥̃ ̶͓̐w̴͒ͅh̶̹͛y̸̰̅ ̶̩̕a̴̠̚n̸̖͌y̴̪̑m̶̨̽ǒ̷̪r̷̖͊e̷͙̕ ̸̤̈́-̷̞̄ ̷̠̏t̷̤̏h̷̥͗í̸͙s̶̜̈́ ̶̥̋ḭ̴̂ŝ̸̥ ̸̗͋a̷̧̅ ̸͔̃p̴̝̏ạ̷̎i̵̯̒n̵̜̄ ̶̺̒m̶͍̂y̶̢͘ ̴͎̊ḅ̶͑ọ̴̋d̵̤̊y̷͔̔ ̸̰̀s̵̺̏ḧ̵̡́o̷̫̍u̶͚͑l̴̝̂d̸̘̃ ̸̤̕b̷̟̌ě̶͓ ̸͚͐a̴̞̓c̴̠̽ć̶̤u̸̝͒s̶̲̽t̸͉̑ọ̴̏m̵͚̌é̷̜d̴̗̓ ̴͚̆t̸͈͛ő̷͔ ̶̎ͅě̴͔n̴̯͋d̵̮͝u̷̟̔r̸̯̚e̷͙̊.̶͙͋.̴̢͑.̵̌͜
but each time i think you'll love me just a little bit more.
no more! no more! i never deserved this, i was but a fledgeling
- your wings were supposed to be my shelter... until I found my own.
my words are cries that have fallen upon ḑ̸̙͙̱̇͆́͝͝ȅ̷̠̪̼͕̯̫̣̙͕͚͔̝͎͚͙̱͎̜̫̲̪̒͂̾̏̈̊̽̓͐̎͗͐́̓́̀̉͑͋͑̈́̑̚ͅȧ̶̧̡̢͎̻͔̫͕͜f̸̨̦̮̠̗̬̭͖̜͓̹̹͖̺͖̘͍͉̜̀͂͋ears.
any love or concern met with deflection and displeasure.(LISTEN TO ME.)
you have taken all from me that i will allow and i will allow no longer.
our past is a tie that i cannot deny but you remained content in the chaos and i forced myself to sprout wings.
and until you find the clarity to find yourself, though broken b̴̭̺͕͊̏̔̇̾̆́̃ȩ̸̤̻͍͙̭͖̗̬̺̱̖͙̟͍̟̌̒̄̾̈́̓͗͂̆͒͜͝͝y̸̧̢̤̭͚̦̥̖͈͇̺̦͌͂̀ơ̶͍͍̳͎̹̦͇̖̝̯̳͇̟̭͔̜̜̓́̄̽͒͗̋͛̔͊̿̈́̂̿͋́̎͝ṋ̸̛̿́͑̿̂͌̊̊̑̕͠d̷̡̦͖̮͕͔̯̟̦͙̭̭͎̺̟̝̻̒́͋̊͛̐͑͘̕͜͜͜ ̷̻͎͍͉͈̭̲̜́̑͗͋̐̓́̋̆̀̄̓̊͗̒̓̈́̎̒̓̆̔ŗ̵̢͙̼̠͚̰̬̩̯̝̤͓͉̘̹̼̲͗̊̄͜ȩ̸͔͚̼͔̯̬͕̟̱̣͓̦͙͚̘̳͙̣̘͖̮̀̾̋̈́͛́́̂͆̈́̐̈́̈́̐̓͊̈́̀͑̿̚͜͝p̵̳̥͖͇̩̩̼̺̲̙̀͜͜a̴͕͖͈͉̘̳̣͖͉̫̩̞̟͍̟͊͊͗ỉ̶͉͔̭̫̎̽̃́̽̔͊̽̐́͆́͗r̴̨̰͙̯͔͈̠̬̠̱͖̘̮̤͎̯̀͐͑̒̄ͅ, i hope you too will learn to take flight.
an excuse to stay mired in misery, content in the harrowing discourse and you..
you're blissfully unaware of your barbed actions, every word pierces my already...
broken, broken, my heart is broken beyond repair.
y̶͇̩͚͇̠̲̾̎̊ǫ̸̡̟̞͓̈́̿̑́̓͠ṷ̴͕͕͍̪̬͌͊̅̐͂̽ ̵̬̋͌̈́̓̓̽c̵̥̹̬̫̍̍̏̐̈́͝å̷͉̲̻͉̗̂͐n̸̢̨̛̲n̷̦̻̉͑̐̓͐ơ̷̧̫͚̾͆́̆̈t̴̜̺̜̮̖̀͊͋̃̈́͝ ̸̛̳͇̼̺̫̉̐͂ͅf̴̦͍̫̻̩͊̚o̵̗̭̹̭̓r̸̲͑͑̉ċ̸̺̭̖͋̈̒̐̕ė̶̛͓̘̹͈̞̒̋̎̆ ̸̣͚̘̼̲̘͐͒̚n̵̢̨̄͋͆͑̌̚ǫ̵͆̅̃̂̔͠r̵͕͖̘̅͋m̶̡̦̗͋a̵̭͙̮͕̽́l̶̘͆c̴̮̼͉̮̣̝̄̇̆̚̕͝ỷ̵̢̙̤̹̩̽̂̐̕.̸̧̰͉̠̜̊́
̷̪̪̬̖̝͔̓͛͛
̴̡̭͇̰̮̗͂́y̷̡͇̖̆̿́̍͂̚õ̴̥̰̥̲͜ȕ̸͉͙̰̱͆̐͑̔͝ ̶̯͚̦͙̗̲̔̈̓̂̍͛c̷͈͓̲̦̍͐̿́̅͝ả̸̲͠͝n̵͖̒̓͋n̸̪͍̮̹̑̃ͅo̸̡̼̮͉̩͐t̵̪̦̽̃͒͜ ̸̧̢̭̙̗̗̀̈́͝à̴̱̯̜͔͠ͅͅc̵̨̖̟͔̆t̴̘̙̙̒ͅ ̵͕̤͇̽ä̸̟̠͔̘́̿̃s̸̼͌̀̽ ̷̰͎͖͌į̶̠̙͚̌̕f̶̨̡̫̥̱̉ ̴̩͐̋̀ͅỉ̶͖͕̤̙̼͕̊́̉̐͠t̵͈̊̌͝ ̶͔̔͒̓͝i̴̞͂̎̂͂̀ş̸̨͙̱̈́̔͌͠ ̶̡̲̬̳̼͊͒̾̀̎̉f̶͍̝̘̊͐̓ȍ̵̝͒͗͝r̴̛̺̙̳̃͌̔̋ͅg̷̯͓͍̊́͋̃̈́o̴̟͇̜̩̱͛̈́̐̚t̵̨̻͉̓̏͘ͅṫ̶̪̜̜̚e̵̙͎͛͆̀n̸̙͙̈́̊̃͠.̵̺͓͉̲̇̽̚
time and time i've been left to the LIONS, the wolves, danger, danger!!
all in favor of him, did you really shield me in the end?
him, you'll choose ḩ̴̡̯̗̟̻͍̯͎̯̙͍͎̙́͗̌̓̔̂̇į̷͉͙̝͓̭̬̥̤͈͚̟̰͍̟̗͙̪͐ͅm̵̛̛̞̝͙̭̳̹̗͖̗̣͉̯̳̞͔̩̙͙̜̠͙͒̅̿̌͐̿́̿̓̓̋̎͗̏̏̇̚͘̕̚͜͝͝ every time, still choose him (Į̴̦̯͚͕̖͖̖̟͚̪͕͉̳͚͓̹̃̂̂̍̀̓̓̀̏̍̚̕͘͜ ̶̡̛̛̪̣̘̰̥͓͇̺̲̱̀̐̓͑̿̀̓̍͛̄̈́͂͐̃̏̚͜ͅH̵͖̜̝͍̙͖̜̹̺͓͙̺̪̦͎̼͔̝͔̔̓̀̏̿̍̒̀̕̚ͅÀ̶̡̟̠̣̘̦̠̭̙̫̱̍T̸̢̧̹̟̱͍͍͔̬̣̤̗͚̹̻͚̠͚̳͉̀̀͆̊́͑̒͋̂͗̿͗́̾̓͗̓̋̃̚̚͜͠Ȩ̷̢̢̤̗̩̻͔̭̠͔̪̹̺̦̱̠̥̺͉͛̒̎̀͜͜͠͠ͅ ̸̨̨̝̬̼̟̖̭̩̻̯̲͓̥̜̙̪̘̥̟͓̌̎͒̅̀̎̓́̊̆͘̚͝͝͝͝͠Ḥ̸͕̻͗̑͑̅́͋̔̽͒̒̀͜͝I̴̻͉̼̻͆̑̔̈̄̈́͘͠M̷̳̦̭̙͉̜̉̔͂̎͌̎̇̈́͠͠͝͝.) and i'll be left.. alone, always left alone.
w̶̭͒o̴͕̓n̴̏ͅd̴̯̑e̸̤̒r̸̥̊,̸̦͝ ̶̼̈́í̸̩ ̷̙̍d̸̯̓o̵̿ͅn̴̥̒'̴̜̅t̵̺̎ ̴̻̒ë̵̠́v̸̜̽ȩ̷̄n̴̺͌ ̵̻̐w̶͎̋ỏ̶͔n̴̳̿d̶̥̅ȩ̶̒r̴̥̃ ̶͓̐w̴͒ͅh̶̹͛y̸̰̅ ̶̩̕a̴̠̚n̸̖͌y̴̪̑m̶̨̽ǒ̷̪r̷̖͊e̷͙̕ ̸̤̈́-̷̞̄ ̷̠̏t̷̤̏h̷̥͗í̸͙s̶̜̈́ ̶̥̋ḭ̴̂ŝ̸̥ ̸̗͋a̷̧̅ ̸͔̃p̴̝̏ạ̷̎i̵̯̒n̵̜̄ ̶̺̒m̶͍̂y̶̢͘ ̴͎̊ḅ̶͑ọ̴̋d̵̤̊y̷͔̔ ̸̰̀s̵̺̏ḧ̵̡́o̷̫̍u̶͚͑l̴̝̂d̸̘̃ ̸̤̕b̷̟̌ě̶͓ ̸͚͐a̴̞̓c̴̠̽ć̶̤u̸̝͒s̶̲̽t̸͉̑ọ̴̏m̵͚̌é̷̜d̴̗̓ ̴͚̆t̸͈͛ő̷͔ ̶̎ͅě̴͔n̴̯͋d̵̮͝u̷̟̔r̸̯̚e̷͙̊.̶͙͋.̴̢͑.̵̌͜
but each time i think you'll love me just a little bit more.
no more! no more! i never deserved this, i was but a fledgeling
- your wings were supposed to be my shelter... until I found my own.
my words are cries that have fallen upon ḑ̸̙͙̱̇͆́͝͝ȅ̷̠̪̼͕̯̫̣̙͕͚͔̝͎͚͙̱͎̜̫̲̪̒͂̾̏̈̊̽̓͐̎͗͐́̓́̀̉͑͋͑̈́̑̚ͅȧ̶̧̡̢͎̻͔̫͕͜f̸̨̦̮̠̗̬̭͖̜͓̹̹͖̺͖̘͍͉̜̀͂͋ears.
any love or concern met with deflection and displeasure.
you have taken all from me that i will allow and i will allow no longer.
our past is a tie that i cannot deny but you remained content in the chaos and i forced myself to sprout wings.
and until you find the clarity to find yourself, though broken b̴̭̺͕͊̏̔̇̾̆́̃ȩ̸̤̻͍͙̭͖̗̬̺̱̖͙̟͍̟̌̒̄̾̈́̓͗͂̆͒͜͝͝y̸̧̢̤̭͚̦̥̖͈͇̺̦͌͂̀ơ̶͍͍̳͎̹̦͇̖̝̯̳͇̟̭͔̜̜̓́̄̽͒͗̋͛̔͊̿̈́̂̿͋́̎͝ṋ̸̛̿́͑̿̂͌̊̊̑̕͠d̷̡̦͖̮͕͔̯̟̦͙̭̭͎̺̟̝̻̒́͋̊͛̐͑͘̕͜͜͜ ̷̻͎͍͉͈̭̲̜́̑͗͋̐̓́̋̆̀̄̓̊͗̒̓̈́̎̒̓̆̔ŗ̵̢͙̼̠͚̰̬̩̯̝̤͓͉̘̹̼̲͗̊̄͜ȩ̸͔͚̼͔̯̬͕̟̱̣͓̦͙͚̘̳͙̣̘͖̮̀̾̋̈́͛́́̂͆̈́̐̈́̈́̐̓͊̈́̀͑̿̚͜͝p̵̳̥͖͇̩̩̼̺̲̙̀͜͜a̴͕͖͈͉̘̳̣͖͉̫̩̞̟͍̟͊͊͗ỉ̶͉͔̭̫̎̽̃́̽̔͊̽̐́͆́͗r̴̨̰͙̯͔͈̠̬̠̱͖̘̮̤͎̯̀͐͑̒̄ͅ, i hope you too will learn to take flight.
Published 20th Feb 2020
Author's Note
this is a poem directly from me to my mother; i never should have had to bear the burdens i did and she hasn't yet understood just exactly how she helped destroy me.
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