The Truth
The truth behind these
Brown eyes
Were promised to be untold
But I hurt so much
Some must unfold
See,as a younger child.....
I can't really explain
The hurt
My parents tried everything
I guess you could say
It temporarily worked
I can't create words that
Are stronger than "pain"
The suffering my family
Went through again and again
The stress my mom was put
Through, I blame it on me
If I didn't exist
She'd be living happily
Growing up, I was glad
He was gone
But when I was in 4th grade
He came back to haunt
He lives with me now
How I live in fear
I'm fed up with it
It's been over 4 years
by
XxXBleedingRosexXxposted on 05/20/2008
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