He tells his parents that he loves them
No matter how much they laugh,
No matter how much they say they know.
Even when he is an adult living alone
He wants it to be shown
That no matter how old, he could remind them
That they were the reason why he had a home,
Why he never gave up and always had hope.
He knows that when they argued, they just wanted him to know
That they cared,
That they didn’t want him to be someone whom they would fear.
So everyday no matter what the age or year,
“I” keep on telling my parents that I love them
Because one day,
They won’t be here to hear.
I tried to help.
Tried to be the person you wanted him to be.
But in the end I guess I will be making my leave.
Because no matter how much it hurts, I will always have my own sleeve.
I’m not sad.
Just a little lonely…
But also happy.
Happy to see that as I leave, you will have that sense of relief.
Knowing that all this time you have hurt me.
But because of this, I can finally say a proper good bye.
To the person that I thought of all the time.
We live in a world of
Those who only care only for themselves than for others.
It’s quite a shame mostly for their mothers and fathers.
Who took the time to raise them to be better.
But what’s the point when what they do, they would continue to do in sunder.
And continue to add a bigger boom to the thunder.
Only causing more pain for those known as their lovers.
Those people are nothing more than
Let me talk and just hear me out.
Every time you speak, you make me want to scream and shout.
All you do is cut me off and repeat yourself
Don’t look at the big but look at the small.
It feels as if you’re standing there looking at a dry wall.
I try my best but only one person can see…
But that one isn’t what you think.
It isn’t you I hope you can see.
Can’t you tell what I want to be?
I want to be heard.
I want to be seen.
I want you to actually know me.
Not assume me…
You’re on the run.
From all those that ruin your “fun.”
From those who try to help.
And prevent you from the mistakes that you feared.
But things will only get worst my dear.
It’s the choice you made that will soon let you hear.
The cries of those that you thought were so near.
Are now distant from your muted ears.
Continue this road and be ready to face all your fears.
Asking for forgiveness was always a hard thing.
But it was always a key.
A key to open the doors to what people call a “new me.”
At times there will be heat but only actions will determine who you will mostly be.
It only takes one word to change everything.
For now my mom had helped me And God had led me.
I promise I’ll change who I used to be.
So that soon my father will forgive me…
Seasons die one by one.
As I try to find out who I once was.
And the things I should have done.
Why haven’t I’ve tried to run?
Or end it with a gun?
Everything now is nothing but an endless stream of clear blood.
Bleeding out of my eyes as I try to find the person who “I” once knew and was proud of…