Dear No One Poem by Em Jay Christian

Dear Mother,
Should I be thankful that you bore me,
Into a world so full of shame?
Even though you did so little for me,
Can you still say that you’re the same?

Should I have let you braid my hair?
And dress me like a doll?
If I had would you still be there?
Would you have cared at all?

Should I regret the stories you never read?
The praises that never came?
Should I regret the prayers you never said?
Or is this really just a game?

So, dear mother, should I feel lost?
Cause you weren’t there to lead me through?
Or maybe I’m just not worth the cost…
Well, Dear mother, Here’s to you.

Dear Father,
Should I be thankful that you raised me,
That you made me this tough?
But you were oft to drunk to save me,
When my life got really rough.

Should I regret not playing ball?
Would that have made you stay around?
Should I have let mom dress me like a doll?
Look pretty, don’t make a sound.

I’m sorry for the times I broke the law,
And time times I ran away.
I’m sorry for the heartbreak that I caused,
When it was just too hard to stay.

But please know I love you Dad,
No matter what we have been through.
And for all the times I made you sad,
Dear Father, Here’s to you.

Dear No One,
Should I be thankful you were there,
All those time I was alone?
Should I be thankful that you cared?
No one’s here when No One’s home.

Then No One broke my heart,
And I tried to take my life.
Even when my life was torn apart,
No One took me from the knife.

Last year I still loved No One.
Last year I lost my self-control.
And when the day was done,
No One made me whole.

I owe my life to No One,
No One taught me to be true.
So for everything you’ve done,
Dear No One, Here’s to you.