Sadness

all hope lost
yet they never knew
the demons that lurked
inside her room
she screamed and cried
as they suddenly moved
halfway across the country
yet they still never knew
her eyes now lost
in a pit of despair
will things ever get better?
maybe they just don’t care

head haunted with memories
memories that were never fair
the way she was treated
in emotional despair
the tears never dried
as the years went by
no one ever asking why
her ears were seeking lies
lies about forgiveness
lies about prosperity
maybe someday they’ll understand
why this little girl seemed so dead

light in her eyes
sadness within her head
“i just want to go home”
she said
endless nights of crying
beneath the sheets of her bed
door closed shut
so they didn’t know what lied ahead

countless cries of help she led
but they never acknowledged her dread
maybe someday they’ll understand
what their little girl had planning in her head
the girl he thought he knew
never seeking his love again
he didn’t know her
or the life she led
saying he was proud
but never did he ask
“how are you doing?”
this ripped her to shreds
maybe he’ll come to understand
what his daughter when he left
all because of him
the daughter he never got to know
the one that didn’t know him
he teared her down
slowly at first
but when she got older
everything started to burst

his little girl
the one he never knew
knew more about prosperity
than he was ever worth
an independent girl
the one he raised
became this way
out of rage
never there for her
never cared to know
what she was really like
she only wanted him to know
straight A’s as a young kid
all that work just for him
she thought he’d be proud
and praise her with his love
he didn’t care to know her
he thought she wasn’t anyone

a 16 year old girl now
filled with rage
her father never cared
to see her that way
regretting her decisions
to stay loyal in so many ways
she never thought he would treat her this way
with a new founded rage
she stepped away
maybe for good this time
she wanted to get away
away from the drama
that held in her home
maybe someday
she’ll know what it means
to be home
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so I’ve never written poetry before, this is my first one. This is just how I felt at the moment.

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