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Your child cries
Do you care?
Screams for a mommy
That's never there
It should be you holding him tight
Drying his eyes
Fighting the monsters that invade
His restless nights
Mommy should be his superhero
Not a wish he makes on a shooting star
No little boy should suffer like this
Or wonder whether his mom will show up
To the meetings that have been planned
For weeks
He shouldn't be surprised when you keep
Your promises
Visits from mommy and daddy shouldn't be
A surprise
Don't leave your baby boy crying
Don't make him wonder if you even care
Or question if you're there
Do you care?
Screams for a mommy
That's never there
It should be you holding him tight
Drying his eyes
Fighting the monsters that invade
His restless nights
Mommy should be his superhero
Not a wish he makes on a shooting star
No little boy should suffer like this
Or wonder whether his mom will show up
To the meetings that have been planned
For weeks
He shouldn't be surprised when you keep
Your promises
Visits from mommy and daddy shouldn't be
A surprise
Don't leave your baby boy crying
Don't make him wonder if you even care
Or question if you're there
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aggressive, you tell your therapist,
he's always been aggressive.
you detail the storms you weathered,
the verbal battering ram,
the hammer that kept falling until
the nail fell into place.
"he never hit me", you're quick to assure,
but you do speak, eventually,
about the threats, about the way he towered
over you, above you, through you,
the ways he threatened to hurt you &
the time you watched her fly into a wall.
but, but, but, but, but
you don't want to be unfair to him.
his demons are sharper-clawed,
bigger, scarier, more sadistic.
yours are a children'
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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The beginning of the our end.
So there we stood, surrounded by a silence that had deafened our souls yet we choose to continue to let it consume us,as we avoided eye contact.I felt my skin burning. My heart pounded as I spoke weakly,freeing us that screaming silence that had frozen us in time.
"I break everything I touch. Did I not tell you so?"
He replied with wrath and dispair," Do not give me your cheap phrases,stop bull-shitting with me."
I looked up at him,his eyes burning in anger that suddenly transformed into sadness, and then he said to me, " I know you, you know me. You don't have to recite all your frustrated poetry, you don't
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It breaks my heart, all the children who have to feel this way