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The Misunderstood Past

Poetry By: Lillian Ross
True confessions

My confession..

Submitted:Mar 18, 2013    Reads: 24    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Your love is everything to me

like honey is to a bee

when your gone

the pieces of my heart are missing you

trying my best everyday to make it ok for

the pain you and me go through

to be at rest a single day

The word believe goes from strong to weaker

sometimes its hard to be a believer

when all i get is a amatory response

maybe my life isn't worth living the stress of your life

I just need to be happy agin

love might have been a wrong word for our false connection

or maybe its just me

Faith is keeping my heart strong

god put me on this path for a reason

even though the journey seems long

it was worth living for

as I see myself in the mirror I seem strong

when really my insides are screaming like a child in danger

how do I get out?

Sometimes I feel like your not holding on like I am

all i needed was someone there when I cry

but you don't seem to give a damn

you only put me in seven years of torture

having your nasty hands around me like a dog

abuse is a strong thing to deal with

believe me

All you are is a stupid boy

for making me think of ending my life

there was nothing else left for me to enjoy

god is all I had to lead me through

the horrific things you did to me

waking up everyday with a fake smile for seven years is cruel

especially to a young child

You wouldn't realize what you've been doing

after all the drugs and alcohol you've taken in

praying every night is the most i could do

besides falling asleep to the sound of my hurt heart

I knew killing myself would be a sin

Food nor water sounded good to me so,

I was dyeing from the inside

My parents had no idea what you've been doing to me

nor the serious drugs that you've been involved in

not only the abuse, but the things you've been doing

only broke my heart even more

forgiveness was out of the question

for you have no business being involved in my life

but I was stuck, for there is nothing i could do


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