it feels like you've resented me since the beginning of time;
blaming your problems on me
and telling mom you think i hate you.
can't you see that it's the opposite?
little do you know
i listen to your tears fall at night,
silently creating an ocean around you.
i try so hard to be your lighthouse when you need help,
yet you prefer the dark fog.
i hope the bitterness one day turns sweet.
i'm ready for you to love me.
-S.M.
"my little lighthouse"
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i feel more than other people
Poetrythis poetry collection embraces mental illness, trauma, passion, anger, and family relations through vast seas of words. my hope is to inspire others by turning raw heartache into relatable moments. warning: this book contains potentially sensitive...
