Chapter 3
Its not a game, its not about winning,
Its a life.Its not fair nor possible to accept him,
I learnt a lot in this age,
I thought today I could everything and forget my past,
But now I am standing in the same place; couldn't move,
It feels like life doesn't want me to move on.The person who I am sicked off and hate a lot,
Standing in front of me and staring at me,
I hate to look in his eyes; murderous eyes,
It feels blood stinky around him,
I feel to hate this man in my whole life
A person called father.It felt strange to call him father
After the day I truly knew him, the real him
But now I feel no to call him that again.He is now a full stranger to me,
A stalker, a murderer and a person who ruined the names of all father.I feel to leave this house,
But couldn't take the risk.
Mom asked me to talk to him,
I wish I could do what she said
Still no response in my mind and heart.It just hurts and makes me feel more bad about it,
I feel like I am drowning on water and no help comes to me.
I am all alone.
All alone to be alive.I can't be bother to others and not reveal my feelings to anyone,
I kept it a secret and began to stay away from him
And still I find it hard to stay here.
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My Dark Past [Completed]
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