Poetry

Damage Done

I'm fine

I'm ok

I think I will live another day

Don't bother withe the tears streaming down my face

You didn't all the other days

Just because now I let it show

Doesn't mean you know

You still don't see me for me

You can't see the pain

If you saw it then you would see your son

All bruised and bloody

Scars all across his body

Especially around his chest

Where his heart has been ripped out

Then shoved back in broken

Time and Time again

You only get a peak at the damage done to me

Then ask franticly who's done this

Don't you find it ironic

You don't recognize your own handy work

You and everyone else

Responsible for giving me my scars

Making me heal back twisted and deformed

So you rush to save your baby girl

Only harming me further

I give up

It's no use

I waited patiently for you

Just like everyone else

At least there catching up

While you only slow me down

So I give up

You win

You no longer have a som

But don think you have a consolation prize

Your daughters never coming back

How can you take back what never existed

You fawned over an illusion

So I guess this is goodbye

Maybe I'll find another mother before I die