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I don't want to eat

Last night I couldn't sleep

I've entered a world within my mind

Where my enemies are the hands of time

 

I made some bad choices as we know

But whats mine they'll take n' I can't let go

I wish for a miracle, it's death I crave

But tis' not me I picture in the grave

 

As selfish as all of this seems

Nobody understands what it means

Another life beyond this life

I hope for the chance to make it right

 

Leave my womb and don't be sad

I am sorry I chose a wicked dad

I have turned, I'll never go back

If only I could make up for what I lack

 

To give you up or keep you here

Is emotional death for me I fear

I know it's weak and somewhat unkind

Already I love you so much, I'd lose my mind

 

Yet I know the strong, healthy family they are

If I were strong I would let them keep my star

But I fear I'll have given up my last chance

To call you my own no more, last glance...

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This reminds me of a poem I read for my literature class. One of the opening lines went something like "abortion won't let you forget".

 

This seems more like struggling over whether or not to give a kid up for adoption...

 

I like this... it's a really saddening piece. Double-binds really, really suck. :(

 

*Hugs*

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