Some people miss it
Some people forget it
Some people never got one,
Not a good one anyway.
Giggles soon turned into
Tear streaked cheeks
Mom's loving embrace
Was replaced with no love at all.
A damaged soul can't be easily fixed.
You can't glue the heart back together,if you can't find its pieces.
Your home replaced
Some people get over it
Some people run away from it
Some people are stuck with it,
No longer seeing your brother's face.
Replaying the memories, not able to escape.
Relief is what I seek,
The burden of grief to be released.
THEY SAY THEY UNDERSTAND
But they have not seen what it has done to me.
Some people try to fix it
Some people are lost in it.
Some people will say 'it's alright'
Some people will try to save your life
Some people will watch you suffer and die.
Because they can't understand,
it's your life.
YOU ARE READING
My Untold Stories: Poetry
PoesíaI started these poems in high school my senior year. I am dedicating them to the damsels in distress, the misfits and the total outcasts.
