The Lonely and the Loved

by Someone Invisible   Mar 29, 2016


They say the only people awake at midnight
Are the lonely and the loved.
One out of two is good right?
With thoughts of you on my mind
I feel there's no sleep in sight.
I thought you'd be there and protect me
That in the dark you'd be a light.
I thought you'd soothe my nerves
Anytime I'd have a fright.

I left what I knew to come to you,
I put my trust issues aside and ran,
Because I didn't know what else to do.
I hoped and prayed with everything in me
That it wasn't a decision I'd come to rue,
That the promises of love and warmth
Would for once actually come true.
I was a young girl with pain in her heart
Hoping that for once a man would come through.

But I should have know it was false hope,
A stupid little dream never to come true.
And all I did was give myself just enough rope
To hang myself once again in the end.
So I turned back to the only ways I knew to cope
And again familiarized myself with sharp blades
As I fell down a dark and steep slope.
I just wanted to be a daughter with a father
But in the end all you had to say was...nope.

So tonight, more than a year later I sit alone
In the dark trying to figure it out.
Why won't anyone claim me as their own?
I don't understand why a parents love
To me, is still something unknown.
If someone could tell me please, what I did
So that somehow, some way I can atone.
Am I not smart enough? Pretty enough?
Am I really such a horrid crone?

I'm sorry okay?!?
I don't mean to always mess up!
Explain to me, please, why I am laying here crying over you?!?
I...I thought I was supposed to cry over boys at my age.
Why did no one warn me my father would be who brought on my tears?
Why wasn't I warned I would never be good enough?
Why won't anyone tell me how to be what you want, daddy?
Why?
Why am I not as good as my little brother for you, mom?
I...I don't understand.
Tell me what to do.
Tell me who to be.
Please...

*****
I know this isn't a pretty and well structured poem but it's kinda raw.
My emotions are raw. Because it's 230am and I have to be up in 4 hours
and he won't get out of my head...he won't get out.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Thank you - and you too.

    Take care

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello

    I will begin with your footnote ".....it's kind of raw"
    ^^^^

    This is nothing you should feel you have to excuse - poetry should be raw and not 'over-produced', as it were. Real art comes from real emotions - not ones that are polished for the viewing public's pleasure.

    I have often spoken to people who have felt ignored by a parent or that a sibling receives far greater attention than they do (my wife is one) so I know a little of how devastating this feeling can be to the victim.
    The only analysis I can offer is that - should a child feel this bad, lonely and insecure about themselves - it can only ever be the parents' fault. There is nothing wrong with you. You certainly express your feelings wonderfully.

    All the very best and stay well,
    Ben

    • 8 years ago

      by Someone Invisible

      Honestly Iit isn't a pleasant feeling as you say you know. I'm sorry your wife feels that way, no child, regardless of their age of 12, 20 ,or 75, should feel less than loved 100% by their parent(s). I just wrote this on the spot as I was being kept awake with all of those feelings and I couldn't physically let it out because I'm too prideful to cry in a shared room. Haha
      Thank you for the review Mr. Pickard :) Have a blessed day...or just a good day if you don't believe.