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Father upon this pain
To understand insite is needed my father on my birth certificate is not my real father I was a one night stand baby.
On the inside I die
On the out side I seem so alive
You think you know my pain because we have spoken.
But the truth is pain is beneath bound in chains unbroken.
Pain that does not stop
Pain that comes out of nowhere to give a little pop.
I act okay because I hate the pity
I don't want to make people worry.
But everyone who talks to me will never know the real story
Beaten and abuse people say life is tough. Never in my shoes have they stepped.
I Try so hard to make you proud. But everything I did was silence by your hateful sound.
Everything I did never satisfied.
I'm surprised that with all my anger that I did not die.
Friends were there when I needed them most.
But I could not let them see how much that you broke...me
Sadness sorrow rains from my eyes
This pain always blinded my sight
Everyday I was scared to go home at night.
My life was hell
But With my friends I could barley tell
But when I go home my body always fell
It seems so far now that the pain has past.
But the memories they will always lasts.
My brain is tormented and I touch the places that were once brused.
I'm sorry but I can not go on May I be excused.
One thing left to say , I hate you anger builds in my brain
The blood that runs threw me and your vains are not the same.
You may call me son but I call you
Fake. Your nothing to me so die so I can take a brake
Now I leave on just one note
My friends are the ones who keep me afloat
Leave my life and never come back
because my life was never born of your nut sack
This I speak true for what you put my brohers and I through. Father this message it directed right at you.
On the inside I die
On the out side I seem so alive
You think you know my pain because we have spoken.
But the truth is pain is beneath bound in chains unbroken.
Pain that does not stop
Pain that comes out of nowhere to give a little pop.
I act okay because I hate the pity
I don't want to make people worry.
But everyone who talks to me will never know the real story
Beaten and abuse people say life is tough. Never in my shoes have they stepped.
I Try so hard to make you proud. But everything I did was silence by your hateful sound.
Everything I did never satisfied.
I'm surprised that with all my anger that I did not die.
Friends were there when I needed them most.
But I could not let them see how much that you broke...me
Sadness sorrow rains from my eyes
This pain always blinded my sight
Everyday I was scared to go home at night.
My life was hell
But With my friends I could barley tell
But when I go home my body always fell
It seems so far now that the pain has past.
But the memories they will always lasts.
My brain is tormented and I touch the places that were once brused.
I'm sorry but I can not go on May I be excused.
One thing left to say , I hate you anger builds in my brain
The blood that runs threw me and your vains are not the same.
You may call me son but I call you
Fake. Your nothing to me so die so I can take a brake
Now I leave on just one note
My friends are the ones who keep me afloat
Leave my life and never come back
because my life was never born of your nut sack
This I speak true for what you put my brohers and I through. Father this message it directed right at you.
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