Fourteen

I wonder what was on your mind
The day you tried to die
At fourteen we are still a child
The same age you and I
To struggle with your mental health
To fear being alive
I hope that life improved for you
I’m glad that you survived
But when you put the blame on me
For feelings within you
I saw my family recoil
My head got messed up too
My mother looked at me with shame
My dad said things so vile
I placed the fault inside my heart
I couldn’t reconcile
We were children then but now
I need to say to you
I understand the pain you felt
For I have felt it too

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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