I'm used as a prop,
a figure for the bidding.
They don't really care,
they don't realize until it's too late.
Their kids are not Alright,
the baby cries all the night.
Their love is all to pieces,
and nothing is the same anymore.
So how can one fight, one hate romance,
tear this family apart?
They make them the cause,
make them pick who they love.
The kids are not alright,
the baby does not sleep at night.
Split in the middle,
like Legos being pulled apart by a child.
How can they do this to them?
So they know they are loved,
but the kids don't feel that way.
So depression takes over,
trapped in a cage with no way out.
The kids turn to cutting,
the only thing which they feel safe with.
Sometimes they don't eat,
if they don't they don't have to see.
The monsters that their parwnts,
turned out to be.
And once they use you,
you feel not wanted and broken.
YOU ARE READING
Mindful poems
PoetrySo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
