Broken and beaten by the ones I loved
Torn apart from the ones whom I called... family
I was twelve
All alone in a cold and rainy world
Trusting no one who came to help
I was twelve
Case workers, lawyers, police, Child protective services, and visitation monitors everywhere
I still felt alone
A warm soul was treated so coldly
Stripped down to nothing but lies and cries, trying to save myself from the life I hated
I was twelve
No one to turn to and nowhere to go
The air was thick and I was suffocating
So i kept to myself so that no one knew that I wasn't the happy person that everyone loved
I was twelve
I wasn't okay but no one knew that. Nobody knew how many times i cried when i was alone
My mind was controlling. Swirling with thoughts and memories of my parents and what my life used to be.
I was twelve
I was ripped out of my house and taken from the only place that i knew.
The only people i had were my sisters. My younger sister was more than a sister to me. She was my best friend. I started raising her when I was two.
I was twelve
I grew up a lot faster than what I should have. I didn't have a childhood and matured quickly.
Isolation. That was my life. Controlled by strict and abusive parents who didn't care what happened to me. They didn't want me.
I was twelve
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Emotional Poems
PoésieThese are poems that I have written for an English assignment *TRIGGER WARNING* All poems are still being worked on all of these poems are very personal for me. Most of them talk about mental illnesses.