Day after day.
I sit hear and listing to both sides.
It tears me apart knowing that my families are bickering
But what can I do?
Day after day,
I read the emails of hate and pain.
I read and read and read.
What can I do?
Day after day,
I wonder why I try so hard.
I am just one person who cant stand this pain any longer.
But is there anything I can do?
Day after day,
Long hours and long seconds I ponder my life.
Is it worth my three families to hate what is going on?
But know I know there is nothing I can do!
Day after day,
Month into years already,
And still the hate and pain!
Does anyone look at how this is truly killing me?
Do the days ever end?
Do the months of torment away from my family have to hurt?
Do the shadows of my life even bother showing me my past?
When will this be over?
Pain takes time.
Hurt takes time.
Nothing can just make it all stop at once.
Nothing can erase the hurt, the pain, the hate just like that!
Days and days,
Can no one see what I see?
Can anyone tell my why it has to be better just like it never happened?
Why must it always be me, me, me, and ME!
Days to months.
The pain my wife suffers is more then I can bear!
The pain my daughter might have to endure is more then I can stand!
The pain my life has become is killing everything that is me.
Days to months.
Months to years.
How many years haze this been killing me?
I believe I have lost count, but I cant knowing my daughter will be three.
Days and tormenting hours.
Does anyone know the pain and hurt my wife has suffered?
Does anyone truly know?
Do I truly know?
I am ending this with my pain but it will never end until others see the pain,
The pain that it has caused.
The hate that has been bread,
Or is my wife just a shadow to everyone?????????
Does anyone even care for how she feels?
I do.
I do more then anything.
Because what kills me kills her as well.
I guess we are both dead to the world we live in.
I guess I am damned by family to love.
wow i like this poem very strong and sadistic. Great poem