All my life I have wondered about why i am here
You treat me like dirt yet its not you I fear
To you I am worthless and just an object of pain
But to myself i am invisible and an "it" I remain
I cry when you hit me and isolate me alone
I shouldn't have to be here I should have known
Sometimes I think it easier when I hurt
Its better than to see you feeling like dirt
I love you more than you'll ever know
More than my pain or these tears can show
But its not you that I fear, not your hate or your pride
Its my survival, cause inside I have died.
I have no respect for myself anymore
At least not as much as i had before
One day I know you'll open your eyes
I just hope I'm not to late to say my last goodbyes
If I do not wake tomorrow morning, know how much I love you
For it was never you I feared, Not your pride or your hate
It was my survival and myself that my fear was so great
Author notes
this is not a true poem I just sometimes feel like this because of my dad. Im not going to kill myself or anything like that
Written July 15th, 2005
A contest entry
- The Point of No Return by Harlequin Girl.
300 points, ended July 25, 2005, 12 entries
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Now this is the sort of thing I like to read. It was great. You know, this is the only poem of yours that I actually truly liked. No offense. But this stuff is my sort of thing.
Keep it up. Emotional Poems Are Good To Write.
Diva ~
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