Father; I’m hurting inside; from the words you have spoken,
I cry myself awake;
Throughout the days, my own words are hardly spoken,
As for daylight - its wasted away; inside my darkened room,
As for night - I sleep; and pain is filled,
My love; she gives me all the support I need,
Something you could never seem to give;
While she holds me tight; and tells me someday soon -
Everything will be alright, I've come to notice -
You hate me when I'm happy; but love me when I’m sad,
I cannot take this from you; You're killing me inside,
As a child; I remember you made promises you could never keep,
Making up excuses; to get away from me,
You have hurt me once; and I let it slide,
I have continued to stay with you; for I have nowhere else to fly,
As I stay; my pain lingers next to my side,
But you have hurt me for the last time;
I’m tired of each tear that’s wasted; I hate each cut that scarred,
Father; you have made me cry, and scar for the last time -
It’s my turn now; my turn to hurt you now,
I'll take one last look of you; and I'll see the fear -
that lingers in your eye;
However all I can do is whisper my goodbye.
Author notes
Blah: I went back to a somewhat depressing poem. Only because my dad has been a dick to me; for a while. And hes really been personally hurting my feelings. I don't know I am ready to get the hell out of here. 11months and 5days (as of July 09, 2005) until I am 18, and can leave!! Wohoo!
Written July 9th, 2005
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A very emotional poem. I had to laugh at your author notes as I am waiting for my kids to turn 18 and go
I'm glad you are getting it out us parents can be a big pain at times. My daughter wrote a poem on here and OMG!!!! it was harsh to her dad, but has good reasons behind it
Hope things pick up for you and your dad and glad you have your g/f
Mia
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Awe, you have the same birthday as my father had before he went onto raise hell in the clouds above. spits respectively on the ground Well hun, I hope you escaped. sees at the date is now 7/29/2005 Keep expressing your vent up emotions through poetry, and if you haven't thought of this neat little idea. practice drawing Cartman eating cheesy poop
I usually give helpful critiques, but poems such as this. I know from personal experience that it's all about venting of emotions. yes, i wrote like this also once upon a time ago.
I'm off to look at more.
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Hay wow you sure can make me cry. I love this poem like all the others. Just don't give up, stay strong, and know that everyting will be ok in the end.
Love you
Nessa -
Aww...Josh..I hate hearing your dad has been a jerk again...I hope it soon passes...and that you are doing ok. I miss talking to you....LIZ
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