Do any of you find that writing helps you cope ? I sure do. But I think mine suck.....
Share yours if your comfortable with doing so , I would love to read them.
but here goes one o mine ....sorry in advance :
Michael’s mad always at me and I think I might know why.
I don’t meet him every Sunday he knows that I don’t try.
He’s always looking down on me saying I saved you from your sins,
it all seems so unimportant once the final silence wins.
I followed you for eight long years , you slapped me in the face.
Will i find some piece of mind , in the fate of the human race?
You dressed me in your clothing and made me seem so pure ,
you tell about the future and the sickness you’ll cure.
Then I woke up as from a nightmare and realized im all alone ,
how these wounds don’t heal , and I may never find the home.
So when they ask you why im so bitter , why I hate and always seem so mad ,
because I know my children will one day exist like my dad.
Intimidated