I don't know why I keep needing reminders
Of all the many reasons
Why you're not someone I want to need
I know it's not my fault
But it still feels like I did this
I guess it's your words finally getting to me
A house filled with anger, manipulation, and the prettiest
rose colored glasses
that I hope to shatter with the
generational abuse
It will end with me
Me, I will shatter the cycle
The cycle that has broken so many
So many who continued the pain
The pain that haunts so many hurt people
Hurt people, hurt people, but where will it end
It will end with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem