Why Cry Now

I can relate to the pain of neglection; but not to the abuse.
Last year I found a poem on the web and I thought maybe, just maybe you’d like it..

“Now I am gone I hope you understand,
Why I was the way I was and why there was never a helping hand,
Why I ran when you got angry Always used to hide,
Just thinking about it I hope it tears you up inside,
Why the anger in your eyes etched fear within my mind,
But I still hoped one day you may change to my dullness I was blind,

Now I am gone you will realize what you have lost,
When you hear the trees rustle see the footsteps in the frost,
When the whisper in the wind constantly repeats my name,
How every blade engraved my wrists and drove me pretty insane,
Every scar sculpted my body into a master piece of hate,
That I felt for the person I once called dad who drove me to this state,

Now I am gone Finally I am free,
To the person that I was the person you wanted me to be,
You will wish you had removed the hands wrapped around my throat,
As the sparkle leaves my eyes as slowly I would choke,
You will wish if maybe you’d shown me you care,
Stuck by your word and finally been there,

Now I am gone no longer am I your bait,
Instead this rope I am hanging from has decided my fate,
This isnt your fault I know it was my choice but you helped towards what became,
But I’m happy now and I’m hoping it is me you will blame,
When you think about where this all stemmed from
But it no longer matters

NOW THAT I AM GONE!!!”

^^^^Well, that was it.

P.S. Tattoos and piercings are cool. And I liked all your poems, especially this one and Heart Of A Child.
Be well.