My child,
this is the sound of nobody caring.
Laughter echoes through hallways
as you lay upstairs, alone in bed,
while pain stabs at your core.
Your heart beats
in time with your sobs
which no one can hear.
You starve as you listen
to the laughter and joy
which never will touch you.
But nobody notices
as you waste away
into nothing.
Even as you beg and plead
with every breath you take,
you will never be noticed.
My child,
the sound of nobody caring
is the utter silence
that pounds around your lonely heart
every day you live.
Author notes
Okay, so this is kind of very true to me. Very, very true to me. Apparently when I'm lying in bed, trying to ignore the fact that my parents don't seem to give a fuck about me, listening to them laugh and watch movies together, while ignoring the fact that I haven't had dinner (Yes, I have a fucking eating problem. AKA I don't eat at home other than breakfast), I write poetry in my head. While thinking this poem up, I figured it went well with my poetry of social change class. Child abuse, right? I want that to change.
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I understand that im in a foster home and i hear the happiness around me but they treat me so different then their own kids and it makes me feel like an out cast...i love this write child abuse needs to stop it does
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