Life

I saw him again today 
It was the way it used to be
Or I thought I seen it that way 
He touched me there like before 
It took me to the deep dark place 
Though it wasn't the way I remembered 
How does depression feel on a person 
I don't know, how would I truly know 
Is it when someone cuts deep into the skin 
I always thought that was a call to be noticed 
Though I would never do such a horrible thing  
Only because I'm to chicken to feel the pain  
I saw my father for the first time at seventeen 
He was pretty much how my mother described
I wasn't sure how to feel or react as we were driving 
Or even what kind of conversation to have with him 
My first thoughts were "why" did he leave me behind 
Then I thought does it even matter to me about the answer 
Or does he even care about how many times I woke up crying 
Does he want to know if I take drugs or drink or smoke weed 
Or even if I'm a virgin or not, and does he even care about that 
I'll be going back to school next week where I can be me again 
My mom will be alone again, I feel sad, but I can't stay home 
I want to do the right thing for her, but I want to make me happy 
I watch my friends at parties as they are taking their drugs 
I wish my life was more like the movies where things end happily 
And the angels swoop down and rescues everyone like me    





5  16  2012  6 am  Wed

caredrughappylifemedramatic monologue

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Andrea Dietrich

August 14, 2015 at 3:46 PM

Gosh, Debbie, unless you posted an oldie here, you must be very young! You are quite a poet at a young age! I was happy to find this first post of yours here at Soup. I could relate to the father. My mom left mine and I never got to really be a "daughter" in my lifetime. It's hard when we think about this magical father that just can't be the way we want. The first part of the poem was a different man, right? I was thinking an old boyfriend? You put a lot of your life into this poem!

Robert Johnson

September 19, 2012 at 2:12 PM

Peace be on ya sista'. That's how Barry said it on Storage Wars when he was at the organ he found in his storage unit. Now if you haven't watched, I realize this is a little lost on you. But it leaves me with a smile in my heart and that's what I hope for you. Blessings, prayers and salutations. :)

Chipepo Lwele

September 8, 2012 at 1:34 PM

Very touching and grandeur*

Debbie Duncan

September 8, 2012 at 3:19 PM

Thank you chipepo ;}

Toquyen Harrell

May 16, 2012 at 8:11 PM

Life can be like a movie as you described it if you let God take over. It will be just as you want it if you ask Him. Awesome write, Debbie. Love, Toquyen

Chipepo Lwele

September 8, 2012 at 1:32 PM

Great encouragement*

Toquyen Harrell

May 16, 2012 at 8:11 PM

"Life can be like a movie as you described it if you let God take over. It will be just as you want it if you ask Him. Awesome write, Debbie. Love, Toquyen"