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