Fake love

It’s a boy, congrats…even though it was a mistake.

You bartered me, but he’s so cute

You used me, give me more money

Fake parenting.

I try harder to gain your love, nothing.

You tell others how great I am; you tell me I’m not good enough.

I’m a piece of shit, a motherfucker, an asshole! Get out! Wait…I’m sorry.

Fake love.

The pain is branded on my heart like a branding on a young calf.

No wonder I don’t know real love.



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