My children will ask about you.
They will ask why your absence fills your seat at Thanksgiving dinner.
They will ask why your absence shifts the conversation on Christmas morning.
I will cover the scars latched on my back from your neglect with a sweater.
I will wipe the tears stained on my face from your addiction with my hand.
And then I will tell them.
But I won't burden them with historic scars.
But I won't burden them with sorrowful tears.
I will tell them the truth.
The truth that you stopped trying.
The truth that I was tired of trying.
YOU ARE READING
Hurtful
PoésieThis is about poems that I feel as tho I can relate to and I'm sure a lot of others can relate to. Just remember your never alone, there's always someone you can reach out to and talk to tell them how hard it is tell them how much you are struggling
