Sweetest Hate Poem by Daniel Richards

I remember the first time I ever saw it
My face in the mirror as plain as day,
Sweetest hate in the process
There were things I needed to explain,
I couldn’t play with my feelings
As the others had torn them with there games,
Now I know the time had come for bleeding
As pleading only ever got in the way
It was time to leave the passed
And move away.

The first place I never quite asked for
With all my picture fading there on the wall,
Those family members they slip from your grip and fall away
So I cried too the morning, cried like never before,
Have you an address so I can end the endless mourning?
And come to your door first thing in the morning, in out of the rain?
A grip and a hold, warmth glows around me but it’s
Only a picture, drawn on the fabric of pain

I remember the first time I ever saw it
My face in the mirror as plain as day
Sweetest self hate in process I had to hide the pain
Now come every morning its raining in the mirror
And life is too hard to explain, crying like never before
A mind in tatters is best left sore, as the pain is unbearable
Bringing it back to what it was before