All My Fault

Fiction.

A mother that didn't care,
A father never there.
Happiness was nothing.
It was not a spark in the air,
It was not a small flicker of hope.
It simply does not exist in that family.

In the end would it really matter?
Would the sharp tongues of her mother,
Decide heaven or hell?
Would her father slipping farther and farther away,
Hiding from her.
Shielding his eyes,
Blocking his daughter from his sight,
Keep her from her path?

The path,
Already decided for her.
"You'll never be anything."
Her mother didn't think highly of her.

The divorce,
Her fault.
The broken dreams,
Her fault.
The shedding tears,
The screaming fights,
Her fault,
Her fault.
The hair dye gone wrong,
Somehow that was her fault too.
Two homes,
A broken family.
Broken smiles,
Hiding eyes.
Inward sighs,
Never drying eyes.

Can they hear her screams,
Pleading for them to love her?
Can they see her tears?
Her pain welling into water.
Do they care,
That they promised to love her,
To love each other,
And broke both promises?

Do they know?
Do they know how they are killing her?
How every conversation is a battle?
How she's losing the war?

Would they notice if she died?
Maybe it would be better.
No one would care.

Author's Note

Fictional poem. Another one that happens a lot in life too.

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Although fictional, it bends to the will of us all, well done, good read.