AbandonedA Poem by FritoWhat a mistake the day she was born Not a beautiful rose, but rather the thorn Abandoned by her mother, who threw away herself Ignored by her father who had beer and drugs fill his shelf She must of seen his smile when she held me So away I was thrown so she wouldn't have to see She covered her ears listening to the cries Running home leaving me alone to die Raised by a stranger with so many pent up emotions Sent away to hospitals to solve everything was the common notion I'm an unwanted child Now stuck in a world so wild Abandonment must be The harshest feeling we can receive © 2022 Frito |
StatsAuthorFritoNYAbout"Softie. I named my doll Softie. See, even at two I knew that if you held something for long enough the edges stop being so rough." ~There's not a whole lot to me but I try to make sense of my feel.. more..Writing
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