Not all of my poems are about me, I feel like with one deep look I can unravel all your pain. Kinda creepy but it's true, I feel as though in one look I can just know what's hurting you.
He yells and his words echo through my empty heart…
Once upon a time he would have cared, cared that his
words hurt me…
Years ago he would have been there for me…
Protected me…
Loved me…
Been there for me… that’s all I ever wanted from him…
He’s my dad,
And yet he left me…
It’s as if the only good part of him left, leaving our
family with an empty soulless man…
A man that only cares about money, work… his family was
one of the last things on his mind…
He thinks of his head, not his heart, maybe because he
lost his…
Possibly because he’s doesn’t care…
Maybe because he’s so far gone from being the man he once
was…
He left me, and everyone expected me to be mean,
Instead I became sad…
And every day is a battle to try and keep smiling.
