Growing up in the neighborhood
Never thought it would happen
Never thought it would
I have expected the expect
But not this one
This is something I have always regret
I never thought it would happen or could be done
I came home one day
Ran under my bed
Shedded a couple of tears
Tried to cover my fears
Covered my ears
From the noise
I didn't want to hear
Especially my parents voice
Things got rough
Then things get tough
I could hear them
arguing about me
I could see them in my head
They wanted eachother dead
But they had me
Only if they could just read
Read my feelings
Read my thoughts
Read the scar
The more they fought
The more I die
The bigger the scar get
Something they probably won't regret
They wanted me to to die anyway
Wouldn't matter if I died today
Wouldn't matter if I was gone at all
I could cry
But a little pieces of me would just die
So I try to find the courage
To tell them I cannot stand any further
I hate it when they fight
especially about me
Because little pieces of me will die
Only if they could just read
I wanted to show them the scar
I wanted to show them how deep and how far
and how much they put me through
I don't think they'll listen, cause they never do...
Only if they could read
What on my mind
Or the scar
And how much they pushed me through
But they never could
They won't be able to
They are already dead
... hope you all think this poem is okay.. not too weird
