A Poem- I remember I have a name
Moments that hurt to own
I can't let go of the hurt inside
You ask me why,
Why do I cry?
Why can’t I let go of the pain and hurt inside.
I do not answer,
But I know what I need to say,
I wait for you to leave before I can remember my name.
You do understand,
You just don’t care,
And my life has escaped me in these past years.
If I couldn’t see demons in the darkness,
I wonder if I would have still seen you,
Stripping away my dreams stealing my virtue.
Hollow screaming winds,
Remind me of a past,
And every single memory gone that I never knew would never last.
Simple sound within the silence,
Nothing should have been this way,
Stinging burning plans of forgiveness,
Lead me to the belief I may not be insane.
I pray god has my back,
And that I know right from wrong.
I realize within the gray,
Is nowhere I should know as my home?
I am not the right type,
To be counted as someone who matters,
I begin to give up the fight.
I never dreamed of this,
When I was a child.
What is the point of trying to hold on?
After I let go of the denial.
I feel the grip of control,
Tied tightly around my neck.
I can’t say the words to ask for help,
A problem I already regret.
Never not my fault,
I must be insane.
I wait until I am alone,
To remind myself I still have a name.
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