No I don’t hate you mom

I don’t hate you for carving hatred in my heart

I don’t hate you for the love I had for myself fading like the care you were so allergic to giving me

I don’t hate you for making me pick up the glass you broke and cut me with

I don’t hate you for blaming me for all the scars I never held the weapon for

I don’t hate you for making my view of love to be blood shedding

I hate me for the fact that even tho you carved hatred in me

There’s still a place for the love I have carved for you

~kj