The fact is you know,
But you don't care,
Where's the remorse that you don't show,
Everything I've felt that I don't share.
I've been beaten, broken, and defeated,
My will to live depleted,
If dreams could come true I'd ask for wishes,
To change the life I live.
I've figured that maybe I have reasons to be sad,
I find it kind of weird that you're the one throwing tantrums and being mad,
The thought of ending everything,
Is clearer than anything,
Especially than your parenting.
The marks on my body fade to the hands of time,
These marks left on my body by a parent of mine,
If you look past my skin you will see the hole,
The hole in my broken soul.
By Justawriter65
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Book Of Poems
PoésieThis is my book of poetry. In here you'll see my thoughts written in to poetry. Try to enjoy and please give constructive criticism.
