
suacide
angel
- Sep 13, 2023
- 26
There really is no god.
I cried and begged night after night for months for her not to die, but she did anyway. I prayed like I did as a child, I prayed on everything I had, promising I'd change for the better if only god just allowed her to live. I was all alone, hoping she'd come hope soon once she got out of hospital for months, and because if that I barely visited her. I think a part of me was scared I'd end up crying in front of her. I'm such a stupid little girl. She needed me. She needed me there and I didn't go. I was stupid and selfish and didn't go because I was worried about how it'd hurt me to see her like that, instead of how she felt having leukaemia, alone in hospital.
I deserve to die, and I should die. I need to die. Nobody will ever love me like she did, and I'll never love anyone like I love her. I miss my mom. I miss her more than anything. I want to see her again. I can't do this without her. No matter what any of my estranged family says, they're only near me for her. I know she asked them to not leave me alone. Probably not because she thought I'd hurt myself, but because I'm a helpless, pathetic person. But she loved me anyway.
I used to think she was evil. I couldn't comprehend that she was in so much pain, and that's why she'd sometimes hit or be cruel to a difficult kid like me. What else was she meant to do? I was a terror. I was horrible. I don't care that I went through trauma and was acting out, so was she. I didn't know about the psychosis. I didn't know about the way her bones hurt all the time. I didn't know my dad hit her and that's why we left. I didn't know how her family tried to trap her, or how cruel things were done to her as a child by the neighbour boys, just like how it was done to me. I wish I listened. I wish I never brushed her off. I have to be the evil one. I didn't know that everytime I went out of sight it felt like a panic attack, and she had to do all of that through a language barrier. Life hasn't been kind to her, or me, but I wish I just took the time to really understand her. I wish I really got to know her. We could have been best friends. Instead I pushed her away selfishly, thinking my life was soooo hard while she was fucking dying without telling a soul. I hate myself. God I hate myself. Please bring her back.
I was 10 minutes late seeing her before she died. 10 minutes. God really does hate me if I'm real. I wanted to hold her hand. I wanted to look her in the eye and tell her I love her. I wanted her to see me one final time and let me lie and say that I'd be okay and I'd become a proper human being. Maybe I would have. I wanted to give her that comfort, after so many years of being such a useless, stupid daughter who could never do anything right. A waste of her beauty, experiences and DNA. And yet she loved me anyway. And then, I wanted to have the ultimate punishment of seeing her off. Maybe if it's not god, maybe she did it on purpose so I couldn't punish myself. I keep thinking about it. 10 minutes. It's been 22 days since she left me. It's gotten no better. A part of me has left with her. Life won't let any better for me. I need to die now, before I become old, ugly and have a child in hopes of having a piece of her back with me only to put it through the same life.
I want to die how she remembers me. I want to die as her daughter. I want to die as her little angel.
I cried and begged night after night for months for her not to die, but she did anyway. I prayed like I did as a child, I prayed on everything I had, promising I'd change for the better if only god just allowed her to live. I was all alone, hoping she'd come hope soon once she got out of hospital for months, and because if that I barely visited her. I think a part of me was scared I'd end up crying in front of her. I'm such a stupid little girl. She needed me. She needed me there and I didn't go. I was stupid and selfish and didn't go because I was worried about how it'd hurt me to see her like that, instead of how she felt having leukaemia, alone in hospital.
I deserve to die, and I should die. I need to die. Nobody will ever love me like she did, and I'll never love anyone like I love her. I miss my mom. I miss her more than anything. I want to see her again. I can't do this without her. No matter what any of my estranged family says, they're only near me for her. I know she asked them to not leave me alone. Probably not because she thought I'd hurt myself, but because I'm a helpless, pathetic person. But she loved me anyway.
I used to think she was evil. I couldn't comprehend that she was in so much pain, and that's why she'd sometimes hit or be cruel to a difficult kid like me. What else was she meant to do? I was a terror. I was horrible. I don't care that I went through trauma and was acting out, so was she. I didn't know about the psychosis. I didn't know about the way her bones hurt all the time. I didn't know my dad hit her and that's why we left. I didn't know how her family tried to trap her, or how cruel things were done to her as a child by the neighbour boys, just like how it was done to me. I wish I listened. I wish I never brushed her off. I have to be the evil one. I didn't know that everytime I went out of sight it felt like a panic attack, and she had to do all of that through a language barrier. Life hasn't been kind to her, or me, but I wish I just took the time to really understand her. I wish I really got to know her. We could have been best friends. Instead I pushed her away selfishly, thinking my life was soooo hard while she was fucking dying without telling a soul. I hate myself. God I hate myself. Please bring her back.
I was 10 minutes late seeing her before she died. 10 minutes. God really does hate me if I'm real. I wanted to hold her hand. I wanted to look her in the eye and tell her I love her. I wanted her to see me one final time and let me lie and say that I'd be okay and I'd become a proper human being. Maybe I would have. I wanted to give her that comfort, after so many years of being such a useless, stupid daughter who could never do anything right. A waste of her beauty, experiences and DNA. And yet she loved me anyway. And then, I wanted to have the ultimate punishment of seeing her off. Maybe if it's not god, maybe she did it on purpose so I couldn't punish myself. I keep thinking about it. 10 minutes. It's been 22 days since she left me. It's gotten no better. A part of me has left with her. Life won't let any better for me. I need to die now, before I become old, ugly and have a child in hopes of having a piece of her back with me only to put it through the same life.
I want to die how she remembers me. I want to die as her daughter. I want to die as her little angel.