Childhood is supposed to be innocent,
But you stole mine.
You were supposed to protect me
But you didn’t come when I screamed, you sold me
You were supposed to keep me safe,
But you violated me
You were supposed to care for me
But you made me sick
You were supposed to feed me
But you starved me
You were supposed to clothe me
But you left me undressed
You were supposed to hug me
But you beat me
You were supposed to console me
But you laughed
You were supposed to comfort me
But you turned off the lights
You were supposed to teach me
But you scared me
You were supposed to praise me,
But you made me ashamed
You were supposed to guide me
But you broke my mind
You were supposed to love me
All you raped me.
Love was all I wanted.
I hate you.
You’re right.
They were supposed to.
Because that, ALL of it; was, and is, a parent’s job. Period.
I love you, James.
Very much.
And I’m so glad you’re here.
So glad.
~ Hugs ~
Lesson 101 on how to make a grown man cry… and feel helpless…