Being told " you need to move on" especially when it comes from some abusive cunt. Hurts.
Aye, hurts.
A week after Mel died. From under a rock came a voice.
You need to move on.
We know what you're after.
Being told to not look back.
Our reply " fuck off".
We have no choice. We have Tae watch abusers pass. Everyday.
In a smell. The abusers climb out.
A name brings back more abuse and trauma.
Aye we both suffered abuse and trauma all our life's.
Whether it was because Mel was English working in a nursing home in Helensburgh.
As kids. Mel being shagged by her dad. Me battered by both parents. Emotionally and mentally. Mel had all three.
Aye, we fucking moved on.
As I've said Tae a few true friends.
Fuck knows how we managed Tae grab so much happiness. As yet another fucker crawled to play their game.
Aye , Don't fucking tell us about fucking moving on.
I have totally shut down for the past week. Recovering. But We fucking will get back up.
We will bimble on for every. You sad bastard's.
Love n light
The dafthermits xx
