Anger

angry feelings

Words of anger
Fly out to hurt the ones you love,
not knowing how deep the cut will be.
Slicing deep within your soul
bleeding bleeding oh so free.
Until there is not a drop left to warm your heart
or soul.
How can one feel when your children wish you were dead.
You only hope that the day will come soon.
So they will not have to endure your presents any longer.
For you hope death will bring happeness to them,
in a world that gives them everything but they think nothing.
The love I hold in my heart for my family
no matter how they think not,
is more precious then life itself.
Only I know how special they can be,
even when they rip me apart
day after day.
The bruise's I hide
fade with each passing day, until the next
angre night of rage comes storming through
when you say no when you don't do as they say
you die a little more each passing day.