Why Was I Born? Poem by Michael Lee Buchanan

Why Was I Born?



Why was i born,
into this world filled with hate?
Why do i keep cowering,
in fear of those who are stronger?

What have i done,
to make you want to hurt me mommy?
And where has daddy gone?
He has been away for so long.

At night, i know you don’t care
but i dream that i was anywhere
but here in this house, with you
and your crying soul, and angry hands.

and I’m sorry, its not my fault i was born
trust me, i wish it never would have happened
but i guess its better to be me,
that someone who has nothing left to see

I pray that i can take the pain
and make it through and be happy
when the hurting ends.
And where my life begins.

But i don’t know if i will make it,
these cuts are getting deeper
and i cant keep holding on
and cheating death, when he comes.

but I wonder sometimes,
do you even care, a single bit about me
but its foolish to think, such a thought could be true
I ruined your life, you and daddy are through.

And it doesn’t matter what you say,
i know its my fault, and you know its true
but that isn’t what cuts, the deepest in the end.
But that you don’t even try to deny it, and save me.

Because, believe me, i am on the edge
and there is only down
And i cannot forget, how much blood i shed
waiting for him to come back around

and make it all okay,
and make you happy again
and to be able to finally say
that i am not half of a broken home.

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