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Angela Decker Poem
As you are growing stronger everyday
Oh, how it hurts to see myself fading away.
Dedicated to the ones who hurt us.
Like a moment of sunshine that is covered by darkness.
I'm Fading Fast.
Like a shimmer of color that is washed away by the beating of the tide.
I'm Sinking Slowly.
Like the sparkle in a childs eyes, that is crushed by disappointment.
I'm Losing Faith.
Like the first time your heart skipped a beat, and then you got to know him.
I Cannot Trust.
Like the first time you went to leave, and then disappointed yourself.
I'm Giving In.
Like the one time you knew who you were, and then lived for someone else.
I'm Fading Away.
Copyright © Angela Decker | Year Posted 2009
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Angela Decker Poem
I blame you!
For all the hatred in my heart
That also seeps through my soul
And I cannot hide it
For it sits on my shoulders
For all the world to SEE.
See?
If only you COULD see
Then maybe you would have tried to save me
From the things no child should ever have to ENDURE.
Endure?
Yes, I have endured more in one year
Than you will ever in a LIFETIME.
A lifetime?
Plus infinity is how long it would take
To make up for the ABSENCE of yourself as a father.
The absence of you?
Is what will give me the strength
To never allow my child
To FEEL abandoned
As I did
Still do
And always will.
Feel?
You cannot feel
OR, If there were a bond
You would feel my heart breaking everyday
For the love of my FATHER.
Father?
This word will never exist to ME
Because YOU do not understand the meaning.
Copyright © Angela Decker | Year Posted 2009
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Angela Decker Poem
Every time I think of you
My heart is crushed
My heart is bruised
From all the hell you put me through
I can't see anyone falling in love with you.
Every time I close my eyes
I hear the sound of my own cries
Holding on to what's not real
I know I must not really feel.
Every time I go to sleep
I shiver at the thought of you
And when I should be counting sheep
I lie awake in fear of you.
Every time I think of this
I see the scars on both my wrists
And you're to thank for all my falls
The reason for my many walls
Every time you touch my skin
I feel as though I'm giving in
To something that's not meant to be
Still waiting on the real me.
Copyright © Angela Decker | Year Posted 2009
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