I'm not on here right now probably working but I'll be back after I get off work
Depression came and claimed my name,
I haven’t felt quite real in days.
Some moments blur, some freeze in place—
Like I’m here, but not… just taking space.
My mother left when I was small,
Steel bars between her love and all.
She said she’d come, she swore she’d try,
But promises fade—and so did I.
He raised me rough—my father’s hands
Taught silence, fear, and harsh demands.
And while I begged for soft and kind,
I stitched up cracks inside my mind.
She came back years too late to stay,
And still I don’t know what to say.
I love her, sure… but still I burn
For every year she didn’t return.
Even on good days, it creeps in—
That heavy thought beneath my skin:
She left me there to fall apart,
And now wants space inside my heart.
I grew up fast. I had no choice.
Played mother with a child’s voice.
Fed my siblings, calmed their cries—
While I broke down in quiet skies.
I helped her more than she helped me,
And felt like that was how it’d be.
I watched her hurt, and still I stayed—
While she chose men who wouldn’t change.
Sometimes I ache, sometimes I see
She had her own hard history.
But you’d think, with what she’s been through,
She’d know what not to put me through.
Late nights, bathroom bleeds, whispered pain—
My tears would fall like hidden rain.
I never asked for perfect love—
Just someone safe to lift me up.
I’ve screamed in silence, lost in fear,
Just wishing someone would draw near.
To be their one, their child, their pride—
Not some burden brushed aside.
And still, each time I want to go,
Something inside me whispers no.
A future waits beyond this wall—
And maybe I can still have it all
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Author:
Betty miller (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is my family line of bad choices as parents we made but hopefully can break this cycle
- Category: Sad
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Comments6
Betty, this is breathtaking in its bravery and craft. The clarity with which you walk us through trauma, silence, resilience, and still—hope—is something rare and real. That final couplet hit me hard. You’re still here. And yes, a future does wait beyond that wall. Well done on this. 🌹👏 Welcome to MPS!
Thank you very much
You are most welcome.
That’s sad sorry you had to go through that
Childhood can really affect us even into adulthood ( sometimes )
We all need to feel loved and wanted
Take care
Sad and tragic events of abuse and abandonment can contribute to depression. In this poem is a story of early loss and harsh treatment that combined with the stress of performing adult tasks of caring for younger siblings as a child have left a continued desire for a mother that was never there. A heart wrenching poem of sadness. Well written
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You are welcome
Beautiful expression of a heartbreakingly tragic reality. It almost feels wrong for me to like the poem so much: it makes me feel like I'm liking the vulnerability of another human being. What a strange thing poetry is. Bravo on the writing!
Thank you
BRAVO
A sad, touching and heartfelt write that is so relatable to me, neglected and abusive background and the pressures of having to grow up before their time. Then the long dark tunnel it takes you into and how it carries with you through your life, wishing you all the very best
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You are very welcome
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