Survivors Poetry

Tough Times
(01/13/09)

With this pain life goes on
I think about it until dawn
I really, really wanted to die
I finally realized the regret shouldn’t be mine
He hurt me bad
He hurt me deep
My step-father was a real creep
At first he acted nice and sweet
What he did wasn’t cute or neat
He made me always drink his booze
In my body you can see the clues
I still hurt, in my heart
I’m not so glad that my Dad is gone
My heart still wants him
How glad am I that it has stopped
I’m fine now…..
I’m happy too.

Poem by Tiffany