Seven Years


At nine years old I learned of heartbreak.
Arguments behind closed doors haunted my ears
Hate was a clever slippery snake
It slid into my heart
It corrupted me
I discovered anger, blame, hate, sadness.
The executioners axe was sharp and keen
I lost the part of me that beloved in happy endings.
I lost my childish perception of the world.

It's been seven years now.
I still cry and scream
What was taken from me will never be returned.
I lay helpless on the floor as I stew in a pot of emotions
I shouldn't be so weak
This should have made me stronger
But it just tore me down
I need to be strong because of her
If I lose my fight, she'll lose her's

So I cry behind closed doors
I forget what happened
Seven years ago

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