Rule #7... Nightmares Don't Dream.

Mama always used to say that the best men always new how to make a women happy. 

Mama never mentioned the men that drank themselves in a attempt to make them forget.

She never mentioned the men that would shatter their fist in the mirror because they became so drunk on their own misleading thoughts.

She never mentioned the men that never told you 'I love you", or the ones that said they hit you because they loved you.

Mama never mentioned all the horrible things that we fail to see. 

She never mentioned what itd be like to play someones punching bag after she played papas punching bag for so many years.

and yet, she never left. 

But now shes regretting her decision, 

because its his fault that shes now 6 feet under the ground,

sleeping with the dirt and telling it all the things she failed to tell me.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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