PLEASE NOTE THERE ARE TRIGGER WARNINGS IN THIS ONE ESPECIALLY IN THE AUTHOR'S NOTE SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE OFFING YOURSELF OR GET TRIGGERED BY IT PLEASE DON'T READ IT (MAINLY THE AUTHOR'S NOTE TBH)
You call yourself my parent
but when were you ever a father to me?
Your my dad
but never my father.
It's a title you earn
not just because I'm your daughter.
Sad to say my brother
was more of a father to me.
He became the man your supposed to be.
He never asked for this responsibility.
At least he provides for his family.
We never wanted these memories.
Luckily, my little sister escaped
this torture
early on.
I still remember being a little kid
waking up to the both of you
fighting.
Remember being scared out of my mind
still fresh in my brain.
Mom came in the room in a panic.
Still in a sleepy state she rushed us out of the house.
Stopped wondering why she was so scared.
Seared in my brain is you drunk like usual,
never could stop after a drink or two,
this time though made me not only afraid of you.
Sad to say I stopped loving you.
I still like you but
I can never see you the same
after I saw that gun in your hand.
I knew things were never gonna be the same.
--(Please note the original poem ends here I'm not sure if I will be adding on to this)--
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Author's note - Again I think this poem is finished if anything I need to clean it up a bit tbh but overall its really lengthy and might make it into two poems instead. But yeah this was written about my dad lol him and my mom used to fight a lot and it was the kind of fights that made me scared he would hit her (or us tbh). But one night he was drinking like usual and brought out his gun (he was a veteran and I was like 5/6 at the time so I didn't know what was really happening) and from what I learned from later years he was contemplating offing himself I just don't know and even to this day tbh if he would have taken us with him. Like I said in the poem I don't love him anymore he's just mainly like a rarely seen coworker you see at holiday parties.
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My teenage poetry
PoesíaHello this is just a collection of poems I found mostly written by my teenage self (some were written later) and please note I was in a horrible mindset when I wrote these along with being emotionally fueled. A lot of these are not finished perhaps...
