IceI stand up for you
A child and nothing more in your eyes
But still I stand up because its you I cherish and love.
Daddy, dear, who loved you unconditionally
Who supported you when they didnt and opened your eyes?
Who gave you love, gave you truth, and gave every ounce of trust they had?
Was it not your child,
Was it not me?
Grandma, my love, who has never treated you badly?
Who respected you and opened up the most to you?
When they ignored your wishes, belittled you and treated you as if you were not a person
Was it not your granddaughter,
Was it not me who did the opposite?
My family, my blood, who has stayed true?
Who has never called a person names and made fun of them when they left the room?
Can you name the person who loved unconditionally and never hurt you
Was it not the child,
Was it not me who stood up for you?
I stand up for you
But where is the reciprocation?
Your cold shoulders are what I deserve as a reward?
I gave you, and give you, my all
I can Breathe in PeaceI can breathe in PeaceI can Breathe in Peace6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When a heart is cold and the mind is lost, all that is good seems to disappear. It's a truth I had to learn before I understood what it meant. Upon the travels in my head, in a desperate search for freedom in a land of liberty, I realise more then ever that all I ever needed was someone who loved me. But I was blind. I couldn't see where the problem truly lay. My parents never liked me as a child, nor adult. My father left the side of his wife when I could barely speak. My mother was a dirty drug addict and couldn't stay on the ground. She was always too high to care. It was terrifying for me to live through. I have more bruises and bumps then a wrestler fighting for the world championship. I'm pretty sure this mark on my left hand is a spot where I should've had stitches. But of course I've never been properly treated. That would've been my mother showing love and being sane for a few hours. She never supported me.