You think you're so great, don't you dad
Done everything and more that a parent should have.
Never realised that you should have just grabbed a knife, or used your fist to be abusive
Physical pain is so much easier to bear, even the harm would be less illusive.
I started to believe what you said, that I was not good enough, that I will never be enough
You've caused harms and inflicted wounds,
Which will never visibly appear
Now I'm stitching up the cuts with words I long to hear.
Is this the other half to make me a whole broken mess
Bruising my skin wasn't enough, you had to affect my brain too I guess
I'm done covering up, pretending I'm fine
It's time I started to grow a spine
So you may call this a temporary rebellion,
But it's more appropriate to say permanent retaliation
This time I've quit, I'm out the door
No longer will you hear me begging on the floor
Maybe it's cowardice to escape to another place
But it's a step forward, out of your embrace
Turn my heart into stone
So I can move on, on my own
At the end, I'm only sad to say, no one will see me rise
Because no one ever saw my demise
YOU ARE READING
Faded shades of black and blue
Poetry"I had it all, and watched it fall Yet loneliness is the only one that stayed through it all My one true constant, my only companion" A Short collection of poems I wrote, because marking my soul in ink is the only way to hold on to sanity.
