Running, hiding, yelling, screaming,
tears coming, steadily streaming,
Why can't you just let me be,
so I can wallow in misery.
Pouting, hitting, shouting, fighting,
only express my hatred in writing.
I hate you, you stupid b@#*&, always getting in my face,
i wish you'd step off, I just need my space.
Hitter, hider, fighter, beater,
my once bright future is getting bleaker.
You're always coming at my with your empty threats,
this life of mine is as bad as it gets.
I run, I scream, I hit, I cry,
you don't understand, but it's not like you try.
You have no idea what I go through,
because you're never here when I need you.
Cutting, bleeding, no longer here,
I'm crying myself away, tear after tear.
But do you care? H@#$ NO! !
And you call yourself a mother? I DON'T THINK SO! !
'Please excuse my bad language. I don't usually swear, but it was the only way I could truly express how I felt'
Angel, A nicely written and cathartic poem. Hang in there. Peace, Ray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Angel. We've chatted about this a bit, and I think it is great that you can get your feelings out on paper...where it is a safe environment to do so. Wouldn't it be great if the two of you could realize how much each of you is hurting inside, and then turn to each other with love? We can always hope... Hugs, Dee