reflections of the past in an effort to heal
I wonder how I made it this far
All the pain has left it's mark
What's left is a visible scar
(no more rhyming)
My mind goes back to the past
over and over
what if, what for why me
why couldn't they stop this
why didn't someone help
All I had was myself
A child nobody listened to
So I became my own mother
and father
And walked down hell's road
alone
tormented
afraid
I look back at the dark
Knowing it can't hurt me anymore
but still wishing I could change
What used to be
So my mind can be free
Poetry by Only1way2go
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Written on 2010-09-01 at 23:08
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What used to be
Sometimes I look back at the darkI wonder how I made it this far
All the pain has left it's mark
What's left is a visible scar
(no more rhyming)
My mind goes back to the past
over and over
what if, what for why me
why couldn't they stop this
why didn't someone help
All I had was myself
A child nobody listened to
So I became my own mother
and father
And walked down hell's road
alone
tormented
afraid
I look back at the dark
Knowing it can't hurt me anymore
but still wishing I could change
What used to be
So my mind can be free
Poetry by Only1way2go
Read 464 times
Written on 2010-09-01 at 23:08
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