BodyOfDaffodil
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- Jun 14, 2023
- 31
Today was a long day. I spent most of it on the dingy little couch I sleep on. A part of me feels empty to know that my siblings are still able to have their parents in their lives while I rot away in some Catholic household I can't stand. It's always 'Daffodil this, Daffodil that. Daffodil you need to do this and Daffodil you should do that.' its never how are you feeling and do you need a hug? I get worked around here like Cinderella and I'm getting sick of it. It reminds me of living with my father who I cannot stand. All I ever seem to do is work and feed my SH addiction.
I wonder if one day I'll be well enough to look back at my life and think that I managed to get through it okay. However I don't even think I'll live long enough to stay. Not only has my family abandoned me but so did God when he let harm come to me as a child. Never before had I cried out his name so loud and begged to be pure again. Only to realise now that the rosary I wear around my neck and kiss every night is just a piece of jewellery with a make believe meaning.
Because if there is a God and he is everything holy and good. Then why did he let my father do those things to my little body? Make me lose the ability to ever had children and scar my skin beyond repair? Where is the justice for young Daffodil? Where is the love for young Daffodil? Where are her parents? No one knows. And no one cares.
It seems all I'll ever be good for in this life is being a working horse and paying the bills. Never before had anyone kissed me or held me, rubbed my hair and told me that I do matter and belong. I remember I used to beg for just a small pat on the head, or that if I was told I was worth as much as a pinch of dirt I would be happy. Yet no one ever did. It's a sickening feeling really to see these families out in public with their children in arms. There's a hole in my chest where family is suppose to exist and has been vacant since I was born.
At times I wish my mother was Kronus, having wished she would have devoured me to erase me from this life I lead. The road ahead looks dark and shallow, and seems as though I will become another statisic.
I wonder if one day I'll be well enough to look back at my life and think that I managed to get through it okay. However I don't even think I'll live long enough to stay. Not only has my family abandoned me but so did God when he let harm come to me as a child. Never before had I cried out his name so loud and begged to be pure again. Only to realise now that the rosary I wear around my neck and kiss every night is just a piece of jewellery with a make believe meaning.
Because if there is a God and he is everything holy and good. Then why did he let my father do those things to my little body? Make me lose the ability to ever had children and scar my skin beyond repair? Where is the justice for young Daffodil? Where is the love for young Daffodil? Where are her parents? No one knows. And no one cares.
It seems all I'll ever be good for in this life is being a working horse and paying the bills. Never before had anyone kissed me or held me, rubbed my hair and told me that I do matter and belong. I remember I used to beg for just a small pat on the head, or that if I was told I was worth as much as a pinch of dirt I would be happy. Yet no one ever did. It's a sickening feeling really to see these families out in public with their children in arms. There's a hole in my chest where family is suppose to exist and has been vacant since I was born.
At times I wish my mother was Kronus, having wished she would have devoured me to erase me from this life I lead. The road ahead looks dark and shallow, and seems as though I will become another statisic.