TW: Abuse, Drugs, intense Fear
Run away
run away
run to where they cant find you
hide in a simple hope
breaking down the door
they're breaking down the door
find me once more
and throw me out to the core
youre angry
yelling
screaming
seeming to be intoxicated
my life in your hands and evacuated your mind
that im your kind
im your child
scars on my body forever
you think ill just forget what you did while i was in terror
pleading that i let it go
even though you know
that this cant go away and its here to stay
replaying in my dreams
i dont sleep
trying not to see them
being taken because of me.
are you still listening?
ive talked for hours and youve said nothing
are you finally realizing
that what you did may be in the past but PTSD doesnt care
are you thinking
of how i cant forgive and forget even if i care
do you see me?
do you see me?
i worked hard to put it away for you but you try to win me over with gifts and money
you say your sober
now thats funny
you smell like marijuana and you still carry a dap pen
im not stupid dad
i cant just hide
but i wont run
i try to see you in the sun
although the moon shows a true face
and maybe i should listen to its embrace.
dad please go away..
~Dezaray Schilling
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In The Stars
Poetrypoem book of my own personal feelings and poems as i find old ones and write new ones each and every day. join me on my journey through this road of monsters hiding inside me.