was it when my mom stopped tucking me in,
singing that one lullaby humming it as I soothed.
when I stopped seeing my dad for months,
because of what happened to me in that camper?
was it when I stopped holding my mother's hand,
walking into stores or across the street.
when my brother moved out,
and I started keeping secrets.
was it when I saw my sister's face,
after she found out I was smoking and drinking.
was it when I started smoking,
to forget and distract myself?
was it when I started cutting my wrists?
was it when I tried killing myself?
was it when I was at my lowest,
because I thought I wasn't good enough?
was it when my heart got broke for the first time?
was it when I stopped playing with my toys?
when my siblings stopped playing with me?
when my mother stopped coming down in my room, just to stay I love you?
was it when my own sister called me an attention whore?
was it when I first cried about someone I loved?
When it was the last time I ever played outside with my cousin?
did I ever realize?
did I ever notice?
when did I grow up?
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts That Chew
Poetryyou can't be perfect no one can Even if they look perfect Everyone has their own story.
