I wrote this poem about child abuse. I've never been abused but this is kind of how I view it.
Tears that fall out of the cuts and bruises
I cry out into the night
You say you love me
You’re my parents and all?
But does a welt really mean love?
Or does it mean hate?
When you tried to give me away
Was that your way of showing love?
Or just neglect?
You shoved the food down my throat
And words in my mouth
Never had a care to say about anything
Each and every night
My cries filled the night stars
And carried out beyond the morning
Everyday I wish upon that star
That I can leave this place someday
To a sweet escape
I see the children at school
And I feel with envy
At how happy they seem to be
My shoulders droop with lack of self esteem
Which you caused with curses
My mind spins with confusion
That you’ve planted to pain me
My arm aches with regret
That you tell me
“Your nothing, you never will be.”
But I realize
When I look at everyone else
I see I’m stronger then them
They merely survive
While I go through this
And live up to it
I’m a survivor and a thriver
And I can take it…
P.s. i know thriver's not a word.
Tears that fall out of the cuts and bruises
I cry out into the night
You say you love me
You’re my parents and all?
But does a welt really mean love?
Or does it mean hate?
When you tried to give me away
Was that your way of showing love?
Or just neglect?
You shoved the food down my throat
And words in my mouth
Never had a care to say about anything
Each and every night
My cries filled the night stars
And carried out beyond the morning
Everyday I wish upon that star
That I can leave this place someday
To a sweet escape
I see the children at school
And I feel with envy
At how happy they seem to be
My shoulders droop with lack of self esteem
Which you caused with curses
My mind spins with confusion
That you’ve planted to pain me
My arm aches with regret
That you tell me
“Your nothing, you never will be.”
But I realize
When I look at everyone else
I see I’m stronger then them
They merely survive
While I go through this
And live up to it
I’m a survivor and a thriver
And I can take it…
P.s. i know thriver's not a word.