Crying inside
Feeling dead
Yet still alive
I keep trying
For acceptance
Instead of
Being neglected
But in their eyes
Reflected all I am
To them is phlegm
Constantly discredited
Never respected
Never accepted
Never valued enough
I covet their love
Sometimes I’d
Rather just fly
High above
Up in the sky
To ask God
Why
Couldn’t I
Be saved from
The depraved
Being history
Freed from misery
Nobody’s missing me
Fading from pain
My family gave
They’re killing me
Burying me
Into my grave
Poetry
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Thanks for sharing! Real quick edit: I think you meant “I’d” or “I would” at the end of line 9, as in “I’d rather fly”.
I apologize for the late response. Thank you for the review i appreciate it. Also, thank you for reading my work.
No worries! The emotion here is raw and real. Sometimes it just takes a second pair of eyes to catch tiny mistakes.
So true, greatly appreciated !