I AM a Sweet Girl with a Broken Heart

I am a sweet girl with a broken heart…

I wonder why it always feels like I have been run over with a cart…

I hear voices in my head that I am worthless…

Sometimes I see my existence as breathless…

I want to be free and just be me…

I am a sweet girl with a broken heart…

I pretend to always be fine…

In reality I feel hurt, and my heart just wants to break out of the pain and shine…

I touch those I love with my sorrow…

I worry that me growing up without a father and becoming an adult will be a terror…

What if I can’t be a good parent like my mom…

The questions just disperse in my head like a bomb…

I cry and cry because he doesn’t realize the pain he has caused…

I am the sweet girl with a broken heart…

I understand that he has chosen to have another family…

I say that we were his first family but now we are the forgotten three…

Oh why oh why do you hurt me…

I dream that one day he will realize the hurt that he has caused…

I try to forget about him but I get to the subject of hurt and I am paused…

I hope one day he will realize what hurt he has caused and apologize…

But as for now I am the sweet girl with a broken heart…

-Tariah Rozier

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