The Void
Dear Mother,
Did you ever consider you didn’t love me?
Perhaps, only the idea of me.
I gave you purpose which you sought so desperately, I filled that void, that loneliness left deep within you like a chasm.
I was a place holder for your happiness, for it was always on standby.
Your overbearing criticism seeped deep into my brain and corroded my sense of self. To this day I am still grappling with the person in the mirror, a constant battle with the reflection I see...and the one that is mirrored back to your eyes.
You were a devil on my shoulder and I had no angel.
The four walls i confined myself in were not only physical, but mental. What should have been a safe house in those four walls had created a prison.
Couldn’t you see?
Couldn’t you see?
Your loneliness hadn’t been filled...only transferred into my chest, into my lungs.
The Void has only consumed me.
Regrettably,
Your daughter