Two Poems in One

I find myself wondering where our life goes,

We hide and lie about what we have deep down inside,
It sickens us and twists us into shapes so atrocious,

A tainted razor seems to hold the key,

Just another another self deceit,
A silly fake cheat.


I wake up at night remembering the horrors of childhood,

Father likes to bend our naked bodies over his knees,
He wears nothing but boxers and a dictated smile on his face,

Mother isn’t ever there; lost in her own prayer,

It’s not the pain that hurts,
But how father looks at us,

I see a gleam in his eye and it gives me chills,

Here it comes again; he likes to pretend I’m his girlfriend,
I’m done, I’m spent, he’s going to get it,

Death is the only thing that awaits him, no love, just a pool of his blood.


Little Sad Poem

I can’t let my hate go.

It’s all that’s left, all I’ve ever know.

It keeps me going, while I lick my wounds.

I’m too coward to let my guard down, especially around you.

I’m too weak to forgive, even if it would set me free.

Too tainted to get back what has been lost, it’s just a ghost of what I had painted.

And worst of all; I’m too afraid to show myself to you.