There seems to be a smile playing on my face
But it isnt a true smile
I am not happy
Could you be happy if you had to see the things i have seen?
I bet your stomach couldnt even find its way to laugh
Instead you will find bile in the back of your throat
Imagine seeing your mom shoot up drugs
And then forcing them onto you
Addicted.
That is what i was
My mom has a side to her no one wishes to see
But i saw it far too any times to be alright
So many drunken and sleepless nights
The sound of the alarm dosent need to wake me
You know?
My nightmares are all it takes to wake me
YOU ARE READING
The Never Ending Battle
PoetryThis is yet again another one of my books filled with poems. On love and abuse and pain and things like that. It is a trigger for emotion so read at your own risk. Okay? okay.
