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Dameon Smith Nov 2014
Dear Mother,
Haven't you heard my screams
Haven't you seen my marks
Father is so mean
His words stirring in my heart.
Dear Mother,
Why does Father drink?
Are we really that bad?
His breath always stinks
Brother asks me whats wrong with Dad.
What am I supposed to tell him Mother?
That he is mad,
That he is sad,
That he is BAD?
No.
The bruises on our arms prove that.
My scattered scars prove that.
The way he acts proves that.
The urge to run proves that.
So I will play the part
Of happy Child
Oh so smart.
I will clean the house,
Because you are passed out on the couch,
And Father will get mad at us,
Father will make such a fuss,
And today again will end,
With sore bottems and sore ears,
And emotional scars that will last years.

Dear Mother,
Who am I to turn to?
You look at me with such pain
Pain that masks the complete distain,
The disgust you have for me.
Dear Mother,
You forgot once again to feed us,
So Brother had a sloppy sandwich,
And I didn't eat.
Mother I don't feel good
Mother I'm much to weak.
Mother I can count my ribs,
And I have fuzz like a peach,
Mother I want to eat!
Dear Mother,
ARE YOU LISTENING?
Dameon Smith Nov 2014
Sleepless nights
Too many to count
Ignoring the fear
That comes with the dark
And Tired Days
Ready to shout
Listening to the voices
My tired brain can't block out
And living a lie
Pretending
That the kid you know
Is really me.
So I go on
Not sleeping
Not speaking
Pretending everything's
Fine, Though I know that
Once again tonight
I'll watch the sunset
Get ready for bed
And stay up waiting for them
The demons I hear,
To whisper in my ear
To speak the truth
I don't want to hear
And once again
I'll pray for day
So the light can chase
The darker demons away.

But they only go as far as the darkest space of my mind.

— The End —