What does he really feel
behind those stone cold eyes?
Does he really hate me?
What does he really think about?
Does he really wish I was dead?
Will he ever talk to me without lying,
or trying to hurt me with his words?
Will I ever hear him say, "I'm sorry?"
What does he think about
when he lies down in his bed at night?
Does he have a conscience?
Does his heart ache like mine does this very moment?
Will he ever want to comfort me?
What will he grow up to be like one day?
Will he be healed of RAD?
-Karon
Suzanne, You have inspired me. I'm locked away in my bedroom waiting for my husband to get home from work. My son has finally diffused. I wrote this poem and I'm crying like a baby.
You were right, writing about your feelings is good therapy. -Karon
