Growing Up

Thu, 06/13/2019 - 17:40 -- Sxraij

All I ever wished for was a home

It was hard growing up

Food was scarce and so was love

I felt my heart slowly turning cold

I was only nine when suicidal thoughts began to roam through my mind

However, I’d seen my mother struggle for so long

So one night, as I stared in the mirror, tears rolling down my eyes

I promised myself I wouldn’t give up

No matter how hard it got

When I was 13, I began my first job

My father’s bills weren’t going to pay themselves

Neither would his pills

I didn’t seek anybody’s pity though

They wouldn’t understand

How lonely so many of my nights were

They wouldn’t comprehend

If I told them about the monsters in my head

That didn’t just show up at night

but hunted throughout the day

How nobody was ever there to chase them away

Or to tell me that everything was going to be okay

Piles of hatred and rage built up in my heart at such a young age

My mindset was always different from my classmates’

But growing up wasn’t really a choice

My family was poor, we had it rough

I’d seen way too many doors close

Rather than making excuses

I persevered

God, he made a way

Where there was no way

He made a diamond out of dirt

For his glory, it was worth it


This poem is about: 
My family


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