When my heart hurts...
By Marie L.L.

I want to cry but I wont
Instead I’ll write
I’ll write about your stupidity;
My shame of you, the want to never be like you.
You should be locked up
You should be thrown out.
Instead of being home on thanksgiving your in jail, or with him.
We have to leave early so you can go to him.

He’s younger, he shouldn’t treat you like this.
HE wont take care of you when your dying like Uncle Richard.

I will and I hate myself for it.
I’ll come back from college
I’ll stop my life because you’re my mother.
You gave me life and teared it up
You’re the reason I live, and the reason I wanted to die I hate you, and I hate feeling like this.
He means so much to you
You’ll talk to me like this
You’ll leave us, your children, for a hit
but we can’t talk to you like this
We’re wrong when we don’t treat you the way Daddy wants.

He’s not the perfect husband
He messed up at being a father
I wont lie, but he never picked another over us
He didn’t leave
All those times you packed his close, he stayed.
Are they so much better than us
your powders and drunks
That you couldn’t stay too?


poem © by Lin M.L.




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