I write for the child
Alone.
Like I was.
Alone.
Alone in a world of hate.
I could not understand.
I wrote to understand.
I still cannot understand.
But maybe someday I can understand.
Why I want to understand.
Why I want to understand why I am alone.
Alone in a world of hate.
And maybe then.
The child will also understand.
That he or she is not alone.
Never alone.
Even in this world of hate.
Because someone.
Will always undersand
A piece of this puzzle of life.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
