Only a vague memory, slight recollection of who you are… yet I’ve seemed to have fallen in love with that distance between you and me.

It’s been a macabre day today…

You are determined to say goodbye.

People will always dream.

I was born into a wealthy family who lived in the top floor of my parent’s restaurant. Around this time my problems started when my dad would drink and tell me and my brother how useless, awful and despicable children we were and I believed it.

This is a very powerful poem about a woman’s struggle. I have based this poem off many stories I have seen and heard of in my life, plus some basis off my childhood.

A depressing poem about a guy that doesn’t look my way.

A poem about the people who ask for help but go unheard.

The slavery of no options…

This poem was made shortly after “Christmas Mourning” but I decided to wait in order to publish it and wait until Christmas to officially publish it. I want to shout out to my readers with a Merry Christmas! And maybe a look into how I see Christmas through my eyes. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.