Gone

Gone

I'm packing up my things and heading out the door,

Cleaning all my clothes up, off the bedroom floor.

I won't bother saying goodbye, i'll take my things and leave,

I've done a lot of growing, no longer so young and naive. 

I'm tired of your banter, your arguments, your hate,

If i stay here any longer, I'll endure this terrible fate.

You throw your words like daggers, killing me with your words,

I feel alone and trapped here, like an injured bird.

Why do you do this? Does hurting me give you joy?

Well, i'm done, i'm leaving. My heart is not a toy.

With every breath I take, I feel like I am wasted,

Looking from the outside in, loneliness I've tasted. 

The only thought that gets me through is the thought of leaving,

Going home to Jesus, my faith keeps me believing.

It hurts me to think, just how much I love you,

However, it kills me to think your love for me's not true.

If I could have just one wish, I'd have you on my side,

always sticking up for me, our father-daughter pride.

Reviews

[Saher]

i like title of your poem and also your style and the way you have expressed a feeling of someone leaving the one you love and knowing that they dont love you back