The Poem Deep Inside the Soul...
If only you could see, the tears that swipe the surfaces on my soft cheeks.
The hands of mine, wiping at them, yet they continue to fall.
The slow whispers of regret, the pain of forgiving, and the emotions I receive from them.
No one to console me, no one to ask me, too blind to see.
The promises broken, the words like dust, my body like a toy.
The bone she broke, the bone I mend, the bone only one person did mend.
That person lies here today, still too blind to see, the fear I hold in the palm of my hands.
If only you could see, what you did to me, what you attempted to do to me.
What she got away with, what she left behind, what she left now.
Too blind to see, the fact of why I'm living, the fact of why I'm here.
All of you people, think you have it worse than me.
But, if only you could see, what happened to me, and the memories all inside.
You may laugh or may cry, you may think it's a lie, but I can show you, that it is not.
But, when you sleep tonight, and when I sleep tonight...
There's one thing that'll cross my mind.
That you were too blind to see...
About what you did.
To me...
This is officially one month of my mother being sober, she did it for us. For us to be healthy and see we can live without trying to kill ourselves. Although, I still hold the memories and pain of when she fractured my back. It's fine though, we all live on, yet she's still too blind to see. Like the rest of them.
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