In the corner of my eye
Stands the tall man
That took what was mine
He laughs and enjoyed what he took
And he tells me to not tell a soul
Or he will hurt me like he hurt them
My mother in the corner
Shaking in fear
While my brother on the floor with marks
He hurt them
While he gave me the wrong type of love
My father is the murderer of my mind
I was only eight years old when he left
But it is unknown when it started today
And it leaves a mental scar
Leaving a scar deep enough
For my mind to become
A broken record replaying those memories
The scars go deeper though, dear
They began to grow up my arm
I just wanted something perfect on me
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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
