My hatred is to you

Dedicated to my beloved parents:

More of the laughs than the tears
Yet now all the bad just nears

Holding my hand, yet loosing grip
All seemed well but I let it all slip
Too many screams not forgotten
Remembering all the times from then
Every tear meant every cry
Doing all that I could try

If only someone could hear
So then someone could understand my fear

Too many of the painful thoughts
Only here when my mind blots

Yearning for the old days
Over and over repeating those ways
Underneath the smile that stays…

~I don't know if you noticed but the poem is acrostic so if you read down with all the first letters it spells out the title...hope you liked =) please rate and comment~

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