I know it doesn't flow as well as some of my others! Sorry about that. Oh and this isn't a cheery poem about my grandad btw.
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There once was a girl
In 1952
Freshly born
Right from the womb
This baby’s life
Would be living hell
When other kids
Lives were just swell
She had one sad sister
And three little bros
And all of them
Held their heads
Low
This girl is my mother
Many years later
After failed relationships
And a man who still hate her
For leaving the house
And finding a job
I hate you Grandpa
Get killed by the mob
You didn’t need to hurt them
My mother or the rest
You’re the freaking reason
Why she’s screwed up in the head!
And now that you’re dead
I really don’t forgive you
Never saying Love
Or God bless you
So I will do the same
For you each damn day
I hate you grandpa
That’s all I will say
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
