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Mar 2015
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                           I am the forth
                                  The last
                             The unwanted
                               The mistake
           And all of my life it has seemed this way
          My brothers both where my fathers sons
               And i was always more like my mom
              Yet my sister is first in both their hearts
         Its like i had no chance right from the start
                Still I'm alive though no one cares
         They through me out to make room for her
              My sister was always horrible to me
               She left scars burned into my skin
            They never heal though i try to forgive
             My life it seem there's no point to live
   My flickering flame becomes dimmer and dimmer
                   the light fades from my eyes
                         As worlds turns grey
                  And i lay down to pass away.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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