boy
why aren't you happy?
the tears in your eyes speaks louder than
the smile on your face.
who did this to you?
father
you did this to me.
your rage, screaming, spitting your words
into my face, hurting
me.
son
why are you hiding?
my eyes search for you but cannot find
your face.
bruises, black and blue
daddy
please stop loving me.
your bloodshot eyes looking, the bottle in
your hands.
the hands, finding me
parenting.
YOU ARE READING
marble and quicksand - a poem collection.
Randomoriginal poetry by me. . . . . TW: depression, sa, suicide, food, dysphoria, selfharm
