Best Depressionchild Poems
as the tears tripple down her cheek,
i sit there and think.
Is the child becoming the mother?
What do i do when my mother is depressed?
Run and hide like i did when i was five?
Do i stay there and let her have like it was nothing more than a habit?
My sister just laughs it off.
My mother needs help, no one can help her.
She wont let them.
She built up a wall around her heart,
she won't even let her own child into.
So grab another bottle mommy.
We know you want to.
Drink me out of your life.
We All Have Our Problems.
We All Have Our Pain.
We All Have Frustration
From Day To Day.
We All Hide Our Feelings
In Different Ways.
Angry Emotions that Bottle
Inside.
A Child Will Sit In A Dark
Solemn Corner.
Scared Of Expressing What's
On Her Mind.
Afraid It Will Tear Everyone
Else Apart.
And She'll Be The Cause Of
Everyone's Pain.
That's How I Feel When My
Happiness Leaves.
And Feelings, Again, Start
To Hide.
The Child Is Crying And
Needs Some Help.
She Wants Them To Find Her
Real Soon.
Praying They Take Her Out
Of The Dark.
And Realize There's Something
Wrong.
Look In Her Eyes, You'll See
What Is There.
Look In Her Heart, You'll See
The Feelings She Needs To Share.
Swirling mists of distruction,
hanging over my brain,
tears falling down my cheeks,
seep in acid rain,
and claw like talons,
petrude my bleeding heart,
and razor like eyes,
look to tear me apart,
this nightmare of demons,
willing me to die,
i shout and scream,pray and cry,
this is the pain of a child being used,
this is the child being abused,
protect our children call out the truth,
an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
She had the sense of another,
didn’t realize what she was doing,
wishing it was an extremely vivid dream,
but she was fully awake,
the child beside her,
in the crib,
with eyes so beautiful it could heal any broken heart,
if she would just come to her senses
before things fall apart.
The beeps from the microwave oven
shook her,
bottle warm,
perhaps hot,
maybe even too hot for the child,
perhaps not.
Her mind was in danger of imploding, exploding,
but destruction is what she felt,
but it wan't her, it was someone else inside,
she was just tagging along, watching, going for the ride.
Odors penetrated her nostrils,
unexpectedly caught her off guard,
she had the sense of another,
until something happened,
something horrible
to the child beside her,
in the crib.
too late...