I like this poem a lot. It reflects the things I am worried about and what I am trying to help my boyfriend get through because he is about to walk across that stage, and this poem is very reassuring.
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My son shot himself in his apartment six months ago. His wife and four-year-old son were home. We live in another state and thought we would not see him for the holidays, but we did. We traveled to where he lived and watched him die when they took him off life support. His wife is suffering, his child wants to know where Daddy is. I know how hard life will be for them. I raised young children without a father also, apparently not too well, though. When I look at his pictures and begin to smile because he was a beautiful, happy child, my guilt comes back to remind me of how badly things turned out, and I cry when no one is around.
My whole life, my father abused me. For as long as I can remember, he'd hit me, touch me, and say terrible things to me. I always thought I was alone. I felt like no one felt my pain. I felt alone, scared, and insecure. I always believed that I was ugly because he told me so. He called me many things and believed everything. He said he loved me, but what he showed me was the opposite of love. He showed me hate, anger, and selfishness. He caused me to try to commit suicide, cut, and starve myself. I reached out and got help. Today I'm so much happier than I've ever been. I'm in an amazing school with a great education, supportive teachers, friendly students, and a loving boyfriend. I wish to inspire others and let them know that they're never alone. God has a plan for everyone. Jeremiah 29:11 states that He has a plan for everyone if we just love and honor him. I love the Lord with everything in me. He gave me joy. He can help anyway. You just need to believe...
My dad died 4 years ago due to a tumor. I've been wearing a mask since then. People just don't understand until they experience it for themselves. I'm so sorry for all those people who live lies as well. Just know, you are not alone. There are so many people who can help you break free from the mask we all live in,
This exact same thing happened to me. It's kind of scary how similar this poem is to what happened to me. At 21 weeks I went into labor with my baby girl and she died shortly after I gave birth to her. I loved her so much and now she is in heaven. My parents don't know, and my ex thought I had gotten her aborted, but I couldn't do it. I wish she was still alive, because although being a teenage mom is hard and scary, I know it would've all been okay.
This poem truly touched me. I couldn't help but see the face of my grandma again and remember all these memories I have of our time together. I'm sure she's peacefully living somewhere safe without all the troubles of this world, and even though I still have some bitterness about it, I know she will always be there in our hearts.
Today marks the 10 year anniversary since my father hung himself. Being only 13 at the time, I wasn't able to read the signs or comprehend his cries for help. It felt like the whole world was ending that day, and even now, it still feels like that sometimes. Your poem made me cry my eyes out, because I still feel this pain every day of my life, and it feels like it won't fade for many, many years. I miss my dad so much, so, so much.
I really liked this poem. It makes so much sense! Also, the words rhyme perfectly. Some poems are pathetic because all they do is try to make the words rhyme, but this one is great! You get sucked right in! I felt like this was like a mini story that rhymes.
That's not true a long time ago men used to go to war because they were bored and wanted a thrill in life... so some people do go to war for the fun of it.
Tracy, I'm so sorry for the loss of your son. I lost my sweet son last September. I'm a broken woman. But I have found that beauty and strength can often be found in broken things. Like a mosaic. My faith has saved me so far. It's a struggle. I wish you and your family strength, love, hope and blessings. Go outside on a beautiful day and think of your boy. I hope this will comfort you and warm your aching heart.
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