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Right now
At this very moment
The father ignores my cries
The mother wants to help
Everyone can see her tears
Rainbows are close by
Rain in her head will decide
Everyone that is worth it
Even forgetting who to call father

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Okay, another poem about my relationship with my father. This probably won't be the last. My father wasn't around much when I was little, he'd rather go out and party instead of spending time with me.

As I grew older he finally wanted me in his Life but the damage with already done, I didn't feel love from my father like others do.

When I hit my teen years, I went through depression and self esteem/self harm issues. My father didn't want me coming over anymore, he wouldn't message me asking how I was. It was like he hit a switch so he didn't care about me anymore.

But that was many years ago. I have a six year old sister on that side and thats the only reason I really go over there. I think my father realizes what he did to me but it was already done. If only he could see what he has done, but he is blind to my pain.

Sorry about another long story to go along with a poem. I feel like you guys can connect better with my poetry if you know the story behind it.

Until next time!

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