Rage by strawberries at Night

TW: rage, abuse, neglect

(I don't go in detail but I felt like writing something like this.)

Every time I see her.

Rage feels my stomach.

A rage capable of killing people slowly.

Her Slowly.

It hurts so much.

It hurt to the point I blame her.

Rage is the only thing I've known.

Hurtful comments, neglect, abuse.

Equals rage.

I hate her but... Why do I still love her?

I've tried forgiving her but the kid doesn't want to give up.

The kid hates her.

Despises her

The kid that she abandoned.

It hurts that, that person is...

My mom.