A Letter to My Parents


A Letter to my Parents

A kiss followed by a

Desperate scramble to erase the evidence

Crying, sobbing, guilt, and pleasure

The summer I don’t remember

“Good parenting”

(Brainwashing)

The memories gone

Only a good catholic girl remains

Biting my tongue and

Swallowing my sins

Searching for a will to live

A cyclical, hypocritical, painful lie

Carrying on for too long

Struggling to breathe through the mask they forced on

But then,

Brown-eyed girl

Dimpled cheeks

I’m supposed to feel sorry

But I only feel free

The summer I don’t remember

- Anonymous

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Anonymous Submission

I've grown up with alcoholic parents, I've developed anxiety, depression and BPD over these events and probably have CPTSD. BUT no matter how much I've suffered and struggled with even getting out of