The Poor Little Child

Tue, 01/20/2015 - 16:40 -- mari_

He keeps saying he will change

But it seems to worsen everyday

There’s nothing else to do but pray.

 

He comes home drunk

I stare and watch her cry

As he strikes her once again

It’s the same thing everyday

Why does she allow him to stay?

 

Sometimes I’d hear her cry and say

She wants her father who’s in heaven to take her away

I would ask God why?

Why did I have to go through this?

I cried every night and lost hope and faith

I wanted my Grandpa who’s in the heavens to take me away.

 

I stopped eating

My grades were a shame

I just wasn’t the same.

 

I had to go through therapy session

Due to my depression

If it wasn’t for therapy,

My strength,

My faith,

And my mother

Where would I be?

Maybe hooked on drugs

Wasting my lungs

Or dead indeed.

 

Just when I thought I was completely lost

I’ve gained strength

Told myself to be a better person

To strive for greatness

Never lose hope and faith

And look for a better future

So

I FOUND A NEW ME.

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