Living a nightmare


Come take off your shoes and slip into mine. Only then will you see all I've seen. You'll see blood, pain, drugs, alcohol, long nights, hungry evenings. You'll see your grandpa kill him self. You'll see a razor in your hand and then blood in the tub. You'll have to see your father behind some glass and talk to him through a phone. You'll have to watch your mom almost end your life and snatch your childhood from you. You? You have no fucking idea what it's like to be me. I feel all this in my marrow. I see all the pain in my lil brothers eyes when dad screams at mom "fuck you, you cunt! Your whore!" Damn. I can't tell if I'm living or living a dream. Deeper the trench the higher the peek right? Here I am surviving despite all this. Despite being beaten, broken, and bruised.  Despite all the abuse the past has let me wonder through blindly. I'm here. 

  • Author: Kruits (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2016 22:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: My life has been rocky from birth. I was born up into struggle and hustle. This shit is only the tip of the iceberg of everything I been through. I has to wrote about it.
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 21
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