What I wish you knewA Poem by Fading-to-Gray
curled in the blankets
hiding herself from the world she was only seven years old already her heart was far to heavy with things she'd yet to understand her big sister was crying in her bed told her not to listen to the words he'd said but still his voice rang in her ears and the sadness on her sisters face just wouldn't leave in the quiet all she was was a little girl angry with her daddy in the quiet woods she tried so hard to catch her breath just twelve years old and drowning in it all because now she understands like a ghost she observes everything and though rarely aimed at her his words still tear her heart and the sadness on her mothers face never leaves and in the quiet all she was was a little girl angry with her daddy she layed in her bed on the phone with the boy who's voice made it feel like a home she was sixteen now things had looked up her father swore that he was better but she'd found the empty bottle hidden behind his pillow she couldn't find words to express the hopelessness that filled her and the anger never left her brothers face and in the quiet all she was was a little girl angry with her daddy The house was so silent All the sirens had faded You knew what you were doing Could you feel your body growing sick? You cannot lie to me daddy Because i stood there You thought you were dying i stood beside you at your request You know what you did And that image will never leave my head i'm only eighteen and the weigh of the world has been resting on me for so long now and still in the quiet all i am is a little girl, broken by her daddy so how dare you come home to be angry with me? how dare you make excuses how could you not change? you asked me to write you a story i'm sure its not what you thought it'd be A story about how you cared more for what was in the bottle than you ever did me. © 2015 Fading-to-Gray |
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2 Reviews Added on December 29, 2015 Last Updated on December 29, 2015 AuthorFading-to-GrayAbout|18| aspiring author| guitar player| professional dreamer| writers mind, lovers heart, lonely soul, this was never a combination meant for peace, but then i always did find beauty in broken things. .. more..Writing
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