My poems

One More Day

I wanted to give in,
I let them kick me around like an empty soup tin

I wanted it all to end,
it felt like I couldn't keep a friend

I wanted us to leave,
as I heard my sister dry heave

Pain, sorrow, fright

Because unlike those christmas rhymes, there was always a bump in the night

"One more day" I told myself

"One more day" and I'll be off the shelf

Shelf of pain, shelf of tears, shelf of nightmares

He never cares

"One more day" I tell myself again

"One more day" and I'll take the reign.

A/N: The insparation to this poem is when I was living with my sperm donor of a parent, and he was very abusive towards me and my older sister. I was terrified of everything, turned of everything. I was afraid to sleep at all. Afraid I would die. I really wanted to leave, but I didn't want my mom or Nanny and Pappa to get charged with "kidnapping" me and my sister so I stayed.

I always told myself "one more day, just one more day and you will get out. One more day and you will be free. One more day and the nightmare ends." And it did. One day i was able to leave with my older sister and got to live with my mom and her fiance that i now call dad and that was when I was 9 to 12 years of age I had to go through that torment. I'm now 17. Ik that a lot of people go longer or had worse then I did. But those few years did their damage on me.

I hope that everyone can get the help they need and find ways to cope with their problems. Drawing and poetry is what I took to.