Silence was the sound of my broken family.
- No one communicated
- No one laughed
- No one smiled
- No one relaxed
OCD was a good way to express her dislike towards something. I choose to take out my aggression on my socks, refusing to wear them due to the infuriating crease it made upon on my toes. Come rain or snow I fought for my right, not to have the suffocating contraptions upon my little feet. It seemed to be a good cause to fight for in matters of my body.
My father he sucked every ounce of fun out of the home. He took pride in controlling my mothers life. Instead of loving me she was too busy trying to cater to his needs… endlessly, jealously sucking up her attention. She was busy cleaning up after his messes.
I was the wallflower wallpaper in the back. Left emotionally empty. Mommy and daddy did not want me. Yet when pen meets the paper, this little child can finally find a place to speak.
Stay strong <3 You are not alone.
