The Curse Of Grandma Lonnie

mtrotter1

You are a poison

You are a disease

Your smear campaigns

Won't put me at ease...

For you are a bad grandma

And you have no soul;

I guess I'll never know

Your heart,

Oh how devastating it is

To know that you are alive

I hope you die

With your pride by your side

Because your pride

Is all you have,

No one cares about your pride;

So what are you trying to hide?

For when I was a child

I felt nothing but lies

And your lies are potent

Till this day;

I hope you know

You have no soul

And it hurts deeply

The way you bleed,

For you have no blood at all

And you have no heart

For I don't hear it beating...

Please leave me alone

And take the trauma with you

For I don't need it in my life;

Did you ever love me?

Did you ever bare your soul?

Do you ever wonder why

Nobody wants to be around you?

Well maybe I'm just venting

And none of this makes sense,

Well maybe I'm just scatterbrained

And I am completely crazy,

But what I do know

Is that I am your enemy

And you are mine...

How unfortunate is this?

For I loved you

More than I loved my own soul

And I cried for you

More than I cried for anyone

I just don't know how to feel

When I'm writing like this,

I just don't know how to feel

Being left in the dark

For you really hurt me

And I'm sure I hurt you

Yet the realest pain

Comes from family like you

Because you don't feel anything

And you don't feel me

My emotions aren't valid

Therefore I am dead to you

So goodbye grandma

Forever and ever...

I hope I never see you again

You broke my heart

Into a million pieces,

Was it worth it to hurt me like this?

 

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2023 14:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: Family hurts...family always hurts. I've been told lies, I've been put down, my heart has been shattered, broken, and stepped on. I am the black sheep in the family, I am the scapegoat, I am the worst thing that's ever happened to them (so they say). I am still healing some deep wounds and emotional scars. I write a poem every day to heal...to take my power back. My voice means something, and I am inspired by God every day. Thank you God for not giving up on me. You always believe in me, you pulled me out of some dark and troubling times, even when I tried to commit suicide, you saved me from that. I really do hope that I make a difference in this world in some way. Thank you God for having me here. Thank you for every breath in my body. Thank you for letting me live to see another day. For my family doesn't love me...they hate me. But I'm still here. Thank you.
  • Category: Family
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Comments1

  • Cassie58

    So painful to read, this poem of great hurt. I feel your anguish, as s reader. It pains more because I have a granddaughter myself. I want to give you a hug. Keep writing. Good to express those feelings. Get them out in the open.

    • mtrotter1

      Thank you so much for your kind words. It means a lot.



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