Why do the best writings all come from our pain. I thought this was over, i had healed, but no. How do i go on everyday with all of this inside me, how can i be who i am with all of this unsaid emotion? Do you see what you did? What you made me, a person
But then again you were hardly ever there
The space had already grown to wide
My heart had already reliezed what you were doing.
I used to be your little girl
But my pain made me age.
It made me change
I felt like I was lost
Naked in a crowd, scared, alone, and unprotected
Your arms no longer there to hold me.
How could you do that to one you love?
Is that bottle what you actually love
Do you need it so much you would leave
me alone with no one to there to love me?
We were so close
But maybe that was all a allusion.
Remember fishing, swinging, reading
All those things we did together
I guess they were'nt enough
I wasn't enough to keep you here
No more daddy's little girl
No longer the one you care for
No I was left for another family.
You always said
that you wouldn't let anyone hurt me.
I guess the pain came from somewhere unexpected.
You didn't lie though
now no onw can ever hurt me
Not that much.
I had to harden my heart,
I had to find my own way to heal
I had to learn to live with half
Half a heart
Half a soul
Half a family
Half of what makes me. ME!
Poetry by Rhia
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Written on 2006-05-03 at 03:31
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Half of me
I hardly noticed the day you leftBut then again you were hardly ever there
The space had already grown to wide
My heart had already reliezed what you were doing.
I used to be your little girl
But my pain made me age.
It made me change
I felt like I was lost
Naked in a crowd, scared, alone, and unprotected
Your arms no longer there to hold me.
How could you do that to one you love?
Is that bottle what you actually love
Do you need it so much you would leave
me alone with no one to there to love me?
We were so close
But maybe that was all a allusion.
Remember fishing, swinging, reading
All those things we did together
I guess they were'nt enough
I wasn't enough to keep you here
No more daddy's little girl
No longer the one you care for
No I was left for another family.
You always said
that you wouldn't let anyone hurt me.
I guess the pain came from somewhere unexpected.
You didn't lie though
now no onw can ever hurt me
Not that much.
I had to harden my heart,
I had to find my own way to heal
I had to learn to live with half
Half a heart
Half a soul
Half a family
Half of what makes me. ME!
Poetry by Rhia
Read 1119 times
Written on 2006-05-03 at 03:31
Tags Half Dad Pain
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