Why do I have to fight every time he opens his mouth?
Why does life have to be this way?
Why does he have to criticize everything I do?
Why does this happen every single day?
What part of me screams "Come at me?"
What part of me begs for this bloodshed?
What part of you yearns for my tears?
What part of you delights in sharpening your spearhead?
When can this madness stop?
When can this war fade?
When can you open your heart?
When can I put down this heavy blade?
Where are we heading, if not to hell? Heaven?
Where are your guns, ready to fire on the launching pad?
Where is the guidence, leniency, and love?
Where is the caring and supportive father I want you to be dad?
🏹 Nadea x🏹
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Sunflowers And Mud
Poesía🌻🌻 A sunflower is known to always look towards the light right. Well, sometimes the mud that is surrounding the plant crawls up onto it's stem. And so the sunflower looks down as the darkness devours em'. The light is still shining ever so brigh...
