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14th you came in to this world
day of hearts, all are red
tears in our eyes
you are so strong to make it.

bottle sized, so fragile
our beautiful princess
all are amazed
you are so blessed to make it

trying to walk
small steps with strong feet
all lend our hands
you are so firm to make it

growing up
dribbling ball at your left hand
all are happy
you are so loved to make it

you go to school
carrying a big backpack
all are watching over you
you are so brave to make it

you go to church
you wanted to be a choir
all are mesmerized
you are so determined to make it

you play around
you sweat a lot
all are ready to wipe your face
you are so cheerful to make it

you got sick
you are so couragious
all are in tears
Still you're so strong to fight for it

you're now an angel
Guiding and watching over us
all are still sad
Please guide us to make it.....

We love you so much baby.... we really do......
for my lil' sister who passed away last Sept23... Ate will miss you so much baby.. rest well.... til i see you again....
Rosa Miceli Apr 2015
I once knew a girl,
who was couragious and full of life,
over time I noticed her light slowly burning out,
and their was nothing to see
but the darkness that surrounded her

When I asked her how she'd describe
her life,
she told me that everything she saw was
black and white
that colour did not exist in her reality
since everything she looked at,
made her feel like a blank page

Her family always told her to enjoy her teenage years
while she still had them,
they told her that one day she will grow up and
make memories of her own
that will stick with her forever

Little did they know that by the age of 12
she had battle wounds across her thighs from all
the fights that she fought against herself
and lost

Little did they know that by the age of 13,
her father decided that a night out with his friends
was more important than picking up his own daughter
from the hospital after getting her stomach pumped
for the 3rd time that summer

By the age of 14
she was drowning in the pool of shame of who she was
and who she pretended to be
she then told me she realized why God stopped answering
her calls-
that God must've found out about the affair she was having
with all the demons that kept her mind company
when she got lonely

15,
everything made her feel like she was suffocating
and the only oxygen she could bare to bring to her
chest
was the air that made her lungs turn a different
shade of black every inhale she took

At the end of the day
she goes home with a broken heart
grabs her needle to try
and sew something that can
not be fixed by a few stitches

She distracts herself with books and poetry
but all she reads
is pretty words that reminds her of the
ones who left her broken and shattered
in the first place

She looks into the eyes of people who
swore that they loved her
but they let her slip through their fingers
like she was not worth moving the bones
in their hands to hold on too

I'm wondering if you realize
that you took everything away from
someone who would have given you
the world

Dear girl I used to know,
Dear girl I used to be,
I miss you
Come home

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