It hurts

[someonewholovesthemselves]

Hi papa
I love you
It hurts
It hurts
It hurts
It hurts
It hurts
Can't you see youre hurting me?
I love you
I love you
I love you
I can't stop I can't stop I can't stop
I don't want to love you
I don't want to love you
I don't want to love you
I'm weak
I'm weak
I'm weak
Youre destroying me
I love you
I don't want anything from life anymore.
Not even you.
I love you.
I don't want to
I still do
But I don't want to

[Chart]

SWLT, I feel you have beautifully encapsulated the horrible contradiction of developmental trauma: wanting but not getting so forced to not want. It pits us against ourselves. I understand this feeling. Thank you for your poem.