Same old story; nothing new

by Gwenyth Hill   Dec 21, 2017


So the sun’s not coming for me
I didn’t expect it to
I’ve been alone in the dark my whole life
Same old story; nothing new

But sometimes this stupid hope
Comes rising up within me
And I believe for just a second
That one day I could be free

What a laughable belief is it not?
That I could even conceive the thought
That I am allowed to escape
When in reality I was left here to rot

By the people who were supposed
To love me the most
What a lie that is
A parents love, to me, does not exist

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  • 6 years ago

    by Brenda

    Gwen, I'm sorry you feel this way and the people you should be able to count on the most are there for you when you need them the most. Hugs to you and I hope you see the sunshine soon-

  • 6 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A sad piece to read. Its very unfortunate when parents and family let us down but I always think that if you have hope and a positive outlook you can achieve miracles. Sometimes friends become the family that you choose, sometimes a cat or a dog. As time goes on you may create your own family or instead throw yourself into doing things that you love to do. Certainly I have found through personal experience that life is full of dark and light and keeping a positive outlook certainly makes for more brighter days. Hope that helps a little. Best wishes Milly x

  • 6 years ago

    by Em

    This is a sad piece with such honesty but I've always been told life is what we make it.
    Take care
    Em

  • 6 years ago

    by Michael

    Gwenyth,

    A sad piece of rhyming, expressing your feelings all the way through, to such a harsh ending.
    Wishing you warmth
    Michael :)

  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Very sad, Gwenyth, but we must never give up hope. For everything bad that happens, there is something good too. I don't believe in fate or much else but I do believe in that. Right down to the basic idea of walking into a shop - if we leave with something, we must pay for it. There is always a balance that is met somewhere along the line - you just haven't come into yours yet, but you will.

    Take care and all the best,

    Ben

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