Tonight I wrote you a letter
About how I hate when you make me cry.
Tonight I wrote you a letter
About how I wish you cared to try.
Tonight I wrote you a letter
And was tempted to throw it away.
I knew you wouldn't read it
No matter what I had to say.
Sometimes I wish I was more selfish,
and didn't care how you are.
I have tried to be quite honest,
But I have failed so far.
I will keep on trying,
No matter what gets in the way.
Hopefully soon,
I'll forget the mean things you say.
Forget how you made my mother cry,
With your unkind words and all your lies.
You called her worthless,
and she never put up a fight.
Do you know how much she cried at night?
But she picked herself up,
That's what survivors do.
She kept fighting for her kids,
Without any help from you.
But there was always a sadness in her eyes,
That I spent my childhood trying to repair.
A lonliness inside her heart,
That you helped place there.
I'm so filled with rage,
Like a lioness in a cage.
Sometimes I think that I don't care,
That you don't love me and want me there.
But the little girl inside wants to scream so bad,
"What did I do? I just want my dad."
I've been crying myself to sleep,
Because of that same pain that still cuts so deep.
You're a dad who always loved his son,
I bet you wish you stopped at one.
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Poems By The Broken
PoetryThis will be a collection of poems I've wrote through the years! A lot of them are about my struggles with mental illness. This means that occassionally you might stumble on subject matter that may be triggering to some.
