Getting There - Poem by Hannah Davies
So here I sit
Wondering if this is it?
That Dawn didn't fight to keep me.
She got my letter
But it doesn't make me feel any better.
She still denies
Says I'm making up lies.
She thinks I should be back in hospital
That I'm not right in the head at all.
She hasn't tried to make contact
She hates me, that's a fact.
She didn't put up much of a fight
There is no longer any light.
To be honest I don't know what I was expecting
Possibly an apology for her abusing and tormenting.
I gave her that last opportunity
To try and make things up to me.
But she don't give a damn
It doesn't matter to her who I am.
I now have to move on
Knowing that any respect or love for her has gone.
I'm not sure how I feel
To her it's no big deal.
There is now a hole
I will fill it again, that's my goal.
No longer will she darken my thoughts
Another lesson in life I have been taught.
With the past I will try and let her go
No more sadness, only anger will show.
Will I ever be the same again?
Give it a couple of years and ask me then.
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