What Doesn't Hurt you makes you Stronger
Summary: When their Dad left for the war, Edmund transformed from an innocent, comical, friendly boy to an angst-full, rebellious, annoying juvenile delinquent. A poem from his point of view (Free Verse). (Goes along with all my other stories.)
What doesn't hurt you makes you stronger
That's what they always told me
They lied and said that sticks and stones would hurt my bones
But words would never hurt me
They are liars, all grown-ups are
They try to make you feel safe
But nothing is safe, not you
Not me, not anyone
My Dad was sent off to war
He left us, he left us
Drafted by our insane government
He left us, he left us
He left my Mum heartbroken
He left my brother confused
He left my elder sister needy
He left my younger sister in pain
He left me, the one who needed him most
Because he was the rock I stood on
And now I fall, fall, fall
I'm about to hit the bedrock
I have nothing now that he is gone
My family does not love me
I only have one friend
And I don't know whether she loves me
I need someone who loves me
To help me grow up well
I am heading down a wrong path
But there is nothing I can do
I can not stop it
Trust me I've tried
It's like a demon, possessing me
Gripping me, biting me, with sharp teeth
It doesn't let go, this monster
It controls my every move
I'm its minion, its humble servant
I can't even fight back
I want to be the person I was
The amazingly funny, the brilliant
The Just
The best friend you could have
Slipping, falling
Grappling for a foothold
Something to hold onto
So that I can remain the same
The only friend that remains my friend
Is the one I could not live without
My one true love, whom I can not tell
That I love her
I'm glad that she's still my friend
I wonder if I can hold onto her
I didn't hold onto my Dad
I don't know if I can hold onto her
I miss the one I once was
I miss my old self
I couldn't even hold onto that
I can't hold onto anything
I have butterfingers, I think
Wait, I don't even have hands
How can I hold onto things?
I've lost everything
Myself
My Dad
My family
But most of all
I think I can't get them back
(382 Words) Angst!