If I could dance with you
Just...one last time.
I'd wish it to last forever
so, you'd never leave my side
Being so naive...
to the grand scheme of life
Still carrying hope you'll appear
to relieve my heart of strife.
I cannot grasp it...
even after so many years
You should be here
so, I wouldn't have to cry more tears
I miss you all...
The people that raised me
the people I came from
the ones I can no longer see
The people I loved so much
the mother I grew from
the father that understood me
My grandparents, for all they've done
I close my eyes and wonder
what it's like so far above
That none of you are here now
to comfort me with love
"My heart" my mom would say
A drunken mistake the very next day
Burnt cigarettes, stale as stone
Alcohol bottles throughout my home
A crawlspace in my room
to escape the yelling and hate
Fetal, head to my knees
wishing for an escape
Arms spread wide
tears in my eyes
protecting my mother's blackened one
My father's rage to surprise
Passing holes in the hallway
covered by rugs and initials
a night never went by
without drug induced traditions
The mother of my mother
loved me as her own
giving up so much
in order to be shown
That love and patience
honesty and light
were virtues I would carry
my entire life
I was taught to read and write
about chores, cards, and love
things I never thought existed
until the hell they rescued me from
YOU ARE READING
Broken Too...
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote during a serious bout with my depression. I had been feeling extremely suicidal for about a week and a half's time due to a switch in my medications. It's extremely raw and personal to me.
