Why can't you see
How sad you make me
With your pointing fingers
Burdening my shoulders
Which are already terribly heavy
And I can't help but wonder
Why everything is always on me
And why I blame myself
For the unhappiness caused by you
Thinking perhaps those behind your daggers
Were all made by me
Perhaps it is the way
You have brought me up
Deflecting and stabbing your words
Into my already wounded heart
And so I shall grow up
Like a sunflower unable to bloom
Instead, it has wilted
Its existence seemingly doomed
And the very worst part is that
All this ache in my heart
Cannot seem to go away
No matter the tears I cry
For I have been bashed
And slashed
As though I was a rag doll of yours
The type you'd throw against the cold wall
Whenever your anger starts to soar
And yet I still ponder
If I should feel guilty
For writing all of that
Despite knowing your tricks and acts
For you have raised me to become
A wilted sunflower of yours
One with a twisted spine
For I cannot seem to grow up
Let alone fight back
These beatings of your cruel words
The ones that have made me
Completely cracked
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sunflowers by the sea
PoetryThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
