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[aid] => mick
[title] => AutoBiography
[time] => 2004-05-19 14:53:05
[hometext] => Half of my life story......this was so therapeutic to write..........rather personal - I know some people don't like that
[bodytext] => Many times in your life something catches you off guard It is easy to forget where you are from and who you are Especially if you ever walked a mile in my shoes Where someone that you love is somebody else you will lose. A toddler craving affection from the ones who gave me life Unknowingly wrapped up in their cycle of strife. I belong to a father I don’t remember, a mother I can’t forget Believing I was a mistake they would always regret. Grew up with an outsider who made me feel small and weak With cruel words and heavy hands brought down across my cheek. It seemed like nothing I did was ever right in her eyes I missed my mother and nobody sympathized. I cried myself to sleep and wished that I would just die Prayed to this God I didn’t know, to rescue me from my life. I aged angry and bitter and sad in my soul Took everything that I could take until I lost control. Her hatred hurt me more than the blade on my wrist With every slash in my mind I was making a list Of what I aimed to do with the rest of my days Because I knew that I had finally broken away. I moved into the home of the first foster parents I met But I couldn’t let go of my fury and I stayed upset. They tried to force me over my childhood of pain I wasn’t ready to move on so I was screwed again. Emancipated at the ripe age of seventeen On my own I could surely get to work on my dreams. Ran as far out of this town as I could get Put myself in school, poured myself into it. I met this man a few years older than me And I guess as the saying goes, the rest was history. I dropped out of college without a degree Learned that love isn’t always a two way street. Should have come back home but I wasn’t finished running I married and ran farther and he left me with nothing Except a miracle, an angelic baby girl I loved her more than any other thing in this world. I left her in Georgia - had no place to go but home I was sad and suicidal and never more alone. To Be Continued......... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 21 [informant] => juliette [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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