Where were you when I needed you?
What you didn't know
You might have guessed
But you chose to overlook
Because to see was painful
I bore your pain
Plus all of mine
While you ignored me
Where in the hell were you?
Showing posts with label abuse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abuse. Show all posts
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Daddy
Why do you hate me Daddy?
I'm a nice girl
I behave
I do what Mommy tells me
And I talk nice to all grown-ups
Look, Daddy
See?
I smile
I hardly ever cry anymore
But you want more
What is it you want?
I'll do anything you say
I want you to like me
Please
I'm a nice girl
I behave
I do what Mommy tells me
And I talk nice to all grown-ups
Look, Daddy
See?
I smile
I hardly ever cry anymore
But you want more
What is it you want?
I'll do anything you say
I want you to like me
Please
Twelve
One terrible night
You asked too much
I was twelve
Far too small and young
To resist
My tears burned my eyes
And my throat filled with lead
I swallowed
Until I turned into a statue
A metal sculpture
I would never
Be warm again
You asked too much
I was twelve
Far too small and young
To resist
My tears burned my eyes
And my throat filled with lead
I swallowed
Until I turned into a statue
A metal sculpture
I would never
Be warm again
Parenting
Hearts of stone
In the two parents
Breeding orphans
Lost lonely kids
Grown old at five
Immature at thirty-eight
Not wanted or needed
Left at Satan's gate
Flowers don't grow
In dark closets
Kids don't feel
In the devils home
Don't laugh or cry
I'll give you a reason
Fire shines in his eyes
Master of all his kids
Fear is his crown
The strap is his robe
In the two parents
Breeding orphans
Lost lonely kids
Grown old at five
Immature at thirty-eight
Not wanted or needed
Left at Satan's gate
Flowers don't grow
In dark closets
Kids don't feel
In the devils home
Don't laugh or cry
I'll give you a reason
Fire shines in his eyes
Master of all his kids
Fear is his crown
The strap is his robe
Tears
I was four
(Or maybe two)
I cried
Because Mother left for a luncheon
And I wanted to go too
You were there to take care of me
I cried too long
And you hit me hard
I never forgot
I hardly ever cry anymore
(Or maybe two)
I cried
Because Mother left for a luncheon
And I wanted to go too
You were there to take care of me
I cried too long
And you hit me hard
I never forgot
I hardly ever cry anymore
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