Blood to Blood

An old poem I wrote years ago and found in my documents... it's about one side of my family, mostly inspired by Evanescence's song "Tourniquet" because I could relate that song to them...

B lood of blood…

Is what they say family ties are made out of…

Blood of blood…

Are usually the offspring’s betray the parent...

So then why is it…this family blood line betraying me?

Why do I constantly receive this betrayal time after time?

What wrong have I done to receive this?

They say time brings on new changes in life

But if that’s true?

Then why hasn’t my changes brought an end to this betrayal?

Blood of blood…

When will this betrayal end?

Haven’t you punished me enough already?

I sick and tired of all of you, who are my blood of blood

The ones that keep abusing me with your betrayal.

If I fade into the shadows will anyone know that I’m missing or…

Just believe that this is my place of where I belong?

Blood of blood am I too lost to be saved?

Blood of blood will you still remember me in the years to come or will you forget me?

I’m here in the dark crying my tears out blood of blood; do you not hear me?

You give me little acceptance blood of blood.

I constantly try to prove myself everyday, almost stretching far beyond my limits of what I should be doing…

Yet blood of blood you still cast me in the shadows and only shine a faint light on me on what I have achieved in my life…

I want to scream at you blood of blood,

Scream long enough until you feel the weight of the pain that I’ve been carrying;

Ever since my youthful days of your betrayals…

Not only does my older blood of blood betray me,

Also the younger ones around my age blood of blood betray me.

Why can’t I escape this and erase the past of this pain???!!!!

I tried to kill this pain but only numbed it for awhile until pour more of this blood full pain.

Why can’t time be reset?

So I never felt this blood full pain or been born into another blood of blood family?

But the past is written in stone and now is the weight I carry everyday through out my life.

I give you respect my blood of blood but never get anything in return

So I ask you this my blood of blood, the family I’ve known throughout my life…how much more pain must I suffer before you finally recognize me?

And when you finally do will it be too late for you to feel my presence on this earth or will I finally be able to erase you from my memory for good.

Tell me now blood of blood what will you do after you have read this?

Author's Note

Just a poem I wrote long ago... feedback if you want, but somewhat content with this old piece.