Evil, Thanks For The Poem.A Poem by Broken Wings Purging the soul of some baggage from childhood. All my young life all I ever wanted was your love Some form of encouragement that I am valid A few kind words, a nod of admiration That my birth, was cause for celebration A sign that I, as your daughter, existed Worthy, somewhere in the chasms of your cold heart No matter how hard I tried, you resisted I was naively loyal but never good enough for the part Instead your words were filled with hate With all your daily torments and taunts You said I was unlovable, a mistake Your words… my life… they haunt The bruises, they do fade eventually The pain your vile words caused me I will never be able to forget My pillow can’t forgive you, all the hurt I wept The empty bottles bleeding tears As you suck out every drop Collect the bottles from all the years That the hurting never stopped You could build a mountain Out of all the bottled glass You could never count them For you haven’t drunk your last Just leave me alone, your “mothering” has no use Your “hard” life, you always use as the excuse “Oh poor me”, it’s always everyone else to blame Oh the other side of my family? Only a father with no name Hurting and beating are not your only crimes “I’ve changed” you
say for the millionth time A sentence I always hear, but you’ll always be the same For I am just a name, responsibility, you will never claim For your only daughter, nor the pain that you caused All the scars and bruises, still visible on my soul Your disgusting behaviour awarded you applause I pay the price you see; on me you took your toll You kicked me on the streets at age 13 But you broke me the day that I was born With all your empty bottles and misery you cause With all the beatings, each blow, my soul is torn Weeping, seeping, blackened, wrought with your disease I’m ashamed to have your name on my family tree Disgusted by the DNA, that I can’t bleed out of me You tarnished me, I was happier on the street The street where you left me cold and all alone Nobody to love me, no place to call my own The title “mother” should always provide a home Instead you beat me, defeat me, and toss me out Like a cold and heartless stone Your words engraved into my head There they rest politely waiting to be read You will never fully get, all the pain you cause Read my words carefully don’t you dare take a pause You are the E in evil you really make me sick All the drunken Episodes causing nights of panic V is for the Violence of which you did inflict Ferocious hits and nasty bites, rip my soul to bits I is for the Insecurity that you put in me Depression and anxiety of which I am not free You should have given me the chance to be The careless, cheerful, child that I would happily call me L is for the Love you never showed and the Love you stole
away When you told my family with me they cannot stay You should have given me to them, instead of causing pain, Given me a home to have, you should have stayed away EVIL is what you are and what you mean to me I will never call you ‘mother’ because I’d be speaking too
highly You don’t deserve a millionths chance after all you've done Go drown in the bottle, in your life; it’s your number one Bottle before baby, housing, love or food That same old bottle that put fury into your every mood Go and drink till the last drop parts ways on your lips Just know that you’ll die alone because of all of this. © 2013 Broken WingsAuthor's Note
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Broken WingsNew ZealandAboutHi everyone, I am a student in beautiful New Zealand. My writing stems from my personal experiences and emotions. I am wanting to better my skills, read all your creations and express myself through .. more..Writing
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