Take A Walk With Me

You will never go through your life alone you know i am here for you whenever you need me

Wow..its amazing, even though you were delt some harsh stuff..

I didn't really see this as venting actually, it came across to me as a deep filled poem with lots of pain and torture which you are feeling inside.

Follow my words as I begin to trace
my life as I went from place to place

- loved these lines, it is like an invitation for the reader to join you into the rest of your poem as you explain to them part of your life.

When I was born to my mother
she never did quite hover
overhead my crib and cover
my body, this wasn't what she had wished on the clover.

Years go by and soon there's frights
about different things such as rights.
Both of my parents has lost sight
of those that they should've held tight.

Then came the crisp, cool day
when everything I had to say
became unimportant, as my parents pushed me away.
So, in hiding is where I had to stay

- I like these stanza's because you explain the relationship between yourself and your parents and clearly show that you feel ignored by them or in some way not good enough for them, a sense of always being unwanted by your mother.
- there are 2 errors in your second stanza here, firstly the first line "Years go by and soon there's frights" - I think frights should be fights? Secondly, the third line "Both of my parents has lost sight" has is not the correct grammer for this sentence, either had ( in the past tense ) or have, ( referring to the present tense ) this would make more sense.

Next came a time when the pain became worse.
I had came to think my existance was a curse.
So, I began to write a verse
about how I wished to ride in a hearse

- I really liked how you portray the idea of suicde here without using the exact words, this is very unique using the idea of the hearse.

Next came the days of endless hiding
because there was nobody I could confide in.
The endless nights of crying
stopped working out and I began cutting

- this stanza shows the the loneliness you feel and the pain inside when it is released at nights. Your coping mechanism being self harming shows how desperate you are to make the pain stop.

Then an awful night of being hit,
feeling mens hands forcing me to sit.
Then forced a knife into my skin so hard it bit
and sliced through like butter, making me want to quit

- you added this information in but left it undetailed as to what really happened, the reader has to second guess it in a way. This also comes across like it was so traumatic for you that you can't relive the details so are skimming past the event in order to protect yourself from the pain.

Now I wish I were dead
and I hope that as you read
this, maybe someone will help me instead
of throwing spears through my head

- I liked your ending, it is like your final cry for help. a plead to make things better.

This poem was really deep with emotion and pain and you done a good job expressing your feelings. Well done.

If you are really asking for help, then do not be on your own with this, reach out to someone, I can offer to be there to listen if that helps, but do not remain alone.