I remember being 5 years old holding on to that door screaming I want to go no more!
I remember drawing superheroes And you throwing them away pretending you knew nothing of where they would lay
I remember you screaming at my prom date voice full of hate
I remember missing my graduation day you thinking I wanted to keep the money for a cap that day,
Probably, honestly, I can't really say if that was true even to this day
I remember falling for this one thinking she was the one only to push her away dreading the day you and her would meet and have words to say
I remember putting the belt to my neck that hot Christmas day
eyes in tears bitter screams
“Why was I raised this way!”
Do you remember?
What do you have to say?
If you could change, would you?
Or would Jehovah have the last say?
Can your god fix me today, or am I broken forever ?
Dog without a home, a stray
Doesn’t matter really,
But that's the price we pay
Tears rolling down my face telling me “its Gods way and that's how it shall stay, you’ll thank me later”
What you would say
But wen is later? After today?
When your long gone one Christmas day?
Wen every woman that I ever pushed away
Has married wishing it was me they would lay?
That is a fantasy that your god will not allow me to have this day
blasphemy he would say!
But more so My dismay
So is my burden to bear
Since then and to this day.
About the Creator
Rhenato Amayamoto
"Taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything, that only a fool can become something.”
F. Dostoevsky
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.