The Broken Records, Of A Wall-Flower.

why

Do my words, not mean anything.

Do my cries, 

tears,

pleads, 

 mean nothing to you, 

do you even love me?

Mum answer, please 

I was a sweet angel to, a child who wanted to grow up like everyone else,

A child who deserved everything in the world.

But you took it from me, 

you took my happiness,

my innocence,

my joy,

and naivety..

my memories are distorted,

ruined,

frightening,

all i can remember is blood, in the bathroom sink

your blood. 

The food scattred on the floor, 

the bruise around your eye. 

The time you acted like you had gone,

mental. 

I was terrified, you had to reassure me

that you crazy woman we're my mum.

You had to remind me that it was ok,

but it wasn't because you went back to him.

It wasn't because it happened again. 

You told me years later, that he kicked 

while you we're with child, you told me you had to lie to the doctors. 

You told me this,

yet you decided to have two more children with this man!

When I ask you, 

you say 'what am I meant to do then?'

you had a choice mother to walk away, 

but you did not and due to your selfish way's

now there's not two lives trapped there is five. 

I cry everyday, unable to forget,

to conceal the memories but you seem fine

happy, 

content. 

why am I the only who is suffering,

i feel pain,

horrendous pain,

I suffer everyday mother. 

I live in a the midst of a fire, 

an explosion,

a ticking bomb. 

I was a child,

innocent 

and kind 

you should  have 

protected me. 

And now,

I am here 

years later

suffering, due to your selfish nature.