No bed time stories
or soft lullabies
It's okay
Please don't fight,
I'll just go to bed
Without being tucked in
I never got much sleep
There's always a womens' cries
echoing off the walls
Sometimes I would pretend
It's just the TV
It's not real.
As I got older,
I got wiser.
And everything got worse
I guess that's when I realized
That monsters were real
They just look and talk like dad.
He always said
I'll never hurt you
But I also thought
he wouldn't hurt a fly
But now it made sense
Like the pieces finally fit
He's been the monster all along.
But don't get me wrong,
I am partially to blame.
I was never a hero
Not even close
Because I looked away
When they needed me the most
I am a coward.
And a small part of them
Hates me for it.
Hell, I hate myself for it.
<3
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Wild Nightmares Fueled By Anxiety Attacks
PoetryIt's just some poems I come up with. There some if everything; mostly sad, some confused, some mad. It's more of to just write what's on my mind. Some poems are more I need to get it of my chest and other I feel like I need to talk about a problem. ...
