My mom she loves him he’s
her world I haven’t seen her
this happy sense before dad
died but why, why cant she see
the side of him that I see every
day why, why cant she see what
he does to me. Why do I hide those
tears from her why o god why cant
she see
so as I stay locked up in my room
alone with only a gun and music
screaming in my ears my choice
is very clear she cant see what
he does to me so she cant see me
I grab the gun put to me head and
just like that I’m dead she cant see
what he does to me so she cant see me.
Nice write, Haley in memory of your friend. keep writing, this is a great piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ive seen the pain and feel it to..nice write..thanks for sharing..