but is that not enough you crave more, you silly drunk w***e, To much for me to endore sending me to an early grave, you scream for me to behave, I cry you smack me and tell me I lie, I cry and cry and cry and ask why? Drown me, Let me go down, quit dragging me around, you make me a prop, I'm bruised on top,Mommy please I'm begging you to stop!
all to be said about this, sad, really powerful and really such a amount of emotion, and in the end just hits with that sense of hurt and pain with that feeling. very heartfelt.
This write; stripped - naked to the world as you blind them in shame - one example of abuse so rampant in our society.
Ugly truths we never want to admit goes on inside the mind of a teenager, much less in adults. We are taught to care about our parents... disregarding all things they do that may hurt. An impossible feat? Indeed, at times if feels that way.
I'm sorry an all-too-easy to speak word, so those in the wake go about feeling like they don't belong, like no one understands - no - understanding means we have been there in the exact place that you are at that very moment. (impossible, yes?)
We give in to those who have the upper hand, rightfully so, the more we make them happy the easier the suffering.
I must praise you for this... You have captured pain.
I love reading, I write Poems whether you think there good or not there from my heart and soul, each have a purpose to me.. I write things down that happen in my life, it may not be that day or the n.. more..