I never thought packing my bags would leave tears in my eyes and a frown on my lips.

All the pain and negative memories trapped in one household made me want to run and never look back.
But the people inside make me hesitate.

I hate the memories we share but never you. I cant bring to myself to hate someone as traumatized as myself.

We are both victims with a similar mind. Our only outlet for our anger was each other and I fear what will happen to us when we no longer have each other.

Will I bottle it up? Will I break?

Worst case is I become another version of you.
But then again you are just the older version of me.

I feel like I was created in your image. Same smile, eyes, body, hair.. even soul.

I'm scared I won't be as successful.

I can compare my life at this age to yours and I can see where I lack.

Maybe I'll grow up to be the worse version of you.

Mama I'm so scared. I'm so tired. I'm trying so hard.

But I can't keep up.

You raised me to be strong and be better but it's just not working out. I'm so sorry.

I'm so so sorry.