Sometimes I think that you could careless about me. I might be your kid, and you could be might my parent, but sometimes I think that you treat me more like a carrot. I grow by myself, I get my own nutrition. I get my own life, I get my own attention. You do not care about me, at least that's what I think. But even carrots cannot be no their own.
You do not care if I come home ****** red or sick orange.
A mother watched Her son play games He ran around. She said ‘Son sit down, And let me tell you A bit bout life And what is true You wont need it now. When you are older You’ll find more friends You’ll pack you bags You’ll go to school’. The little boy Looked up with drool She wiped it off Then told her babe; ‘My son you’ll find A wife for you. And in your troubles, She’ll help you too. She’ll wipe your tears Together you’ll last You live together And have a past. Never forget my son To live your life but when all is done Be a man. Take care of kids And help them grow Never take What you haven’t sown. Don’t worry about money Because in the end The greatest gift Is time with them. I love you my boy Don’t ever forget And when I pass I’ll say God I’ve met. I’ll look down on you From up above I’ll smile down And share my love.’ The baby boy Fell fast asleep So then She sighed And had thoughts deep She ran her hands Over her bald head Then looked at her son And smiled instead
Maybe we still love each other, maybe we keep thinking about each other, maybe we'll look at the profiles on social networks. Maybe it's not the end. Each one has chosen it's path and now it is only memories.
Good days Bad days Who decides them? No one really knows what is considered A bad or good day It changes with each person Everyone is a different person How can you focus on what you see? Have you ever thought about What happens behind the scenes? Hidden, Fake, I've written poems with these names And many other names like these All attributed to the behind the scenes People judge others' lives based on What they see No one cares about the unseen The late nights The dark fights All they see is your "whining" Or your "laziness" Not how much effort is put into being alive The resistance of the strong power of self-harm Can you people wake up? Please just realize there are people with serious problems Some could result in danger And toxic habits What would you do if everyone made your "bad day" **** Where it was so dreadful you didn't want to go anywhere And you just wanted to end it all