Why do I miss him, when he isn't here
Do I have to cry at every mention of that bloody Father's day.
Everyone else got too meet him and say hi
But I was robbed
And I'm still broken
He was taken from me, with no chance of ever meeting him again.
It hits like a bitch, hurts like one too.
The sudden impact, ruining any chance for a normal day.
Let alone a week, month or year.
It feels like I'm singled out amongst the others.
Like I was the chosen one for the wrong storyline.
The side character or the villain.
Left with just a broken heart, a psychotic laugh and tears dripping into my never-ending river.
He was funny, caring, overprotective, and loved the Manly see eagles.
And I never got to see him.
Meet him, or talk to him.
Why do I still miss him when I never knew him.
I see photos and I see a stranger.
Yet I cry and mourn him like well-known brother
I'd rather something else, a better story, another
Chance for normalcy.
It's bloody father's day, and all I see his kind eyes staring from a stranger's face.
No one else understands that I'm the lucky one.
That I'm not special, I'm not even mentioned in the end credits of my own fucking movie.
Because I'm luckier than some, but still plunged into a pit of rejects.
Some days it doesn't bother me, others, I don't know...
I'm crying while writing this, hoping for someone to realise that I'm alone in a crowd of people.
I have a friends, but no one to talk to,
I have a mother and a brother, but no one to talk to,
What if he was my one chance,
To be different,
To be happy,
To be real.
To be safe,
To be a lover,
To be a mother.
To finally stop crying.
I can't keep doing this,
Day in day out
Acting like its normal.
Acting like I have a perfect life
In such a dysfunctional one.
I can't even love properly.
What is wrong with me?
Why do I miss him if he isn't here?
I never even met him.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and lyrics from a nobody
PoesíaThis book is a collection of poems and song lyrics I've written over the past two years. I hope you enjoy all the different topics and prose. ❤️ P.S. They are not in order of when it was written.
