Dear God please help me
And get me through my day
For I know it won’t be easy,
If I face this day alone
...
life's become a hell for me
please someone get me
out, save me from the living hell
before my life is spent
...
I come from a very troubled childhood and I'm forced to live with the memories of that childhood every day. Nomatter how much I wish I could forget... If it wasnt for a handful of people that are importent to me who knows where i would be right now... I write my poetry to express how I feel and how others have touched my life, whether it be in a negative way or a posative way. My poetry can be offensive to some but it is true, Also when reading some of my poems you might feel the urge to send me a message saying you feel sorry for me, Don't because i do not feel sorry for myself and i don't want your pity. My poetry is a release, and i often leave out the reason for the way i feel in the poetry. Constructive criticism is welcome, but don't just say it sucks, tell me how i can improve.)
Forced Memories
He never really
left me
although I did escape
He drags me back,
back to the pain
it feels so real
He laughs as
I cry
the pain I feel
it
His smile, I see it
his words, I hear
he says them as
I sink
No one sees me
leave,
its as if I'm
always there
No one sees, and
no one cares
They notice I lie
and time and
time again
they fall for it
He follows me
every where I go
just an evil
shadow
Feel the pain
he put me through
the torture and
the tears
I no longer cry
the tears
from the past
For I cried
my last tear the
day I left
His evil is strong
feel it
as he laughs
As time goes on
and wounds
heal, he returns and
makes them worse
These memories are
forced on me