Another poem I wrote earlier this morning:
A Very Dark Place
Can't you see what's written all over my face,
I feel sad and alone; I'm in a very dark place.
Am I really that good at the feelings I hide,
Why can't you see that I'm screaming inside?
Are you truly clueless; completely unaware,
Of the dark place I'm in that's full of despair?
Sometimes I feel like my broken heart will bleed,
I wish that I could tell you what it is that I need.
This is my way of trying to make you aware,
What I need most of all is to feel like you care.
Even though Dad's cremains have been here for a while I couldn't even look at the bag they came in. Early this morning I found the courage to look. The poem above was written shortly there after.
I hate being an orphan at my age. Dad, I wish you were here to sing me a song. Love & Misses, Sherri - child 4