Because Their Family

A poem about the ones who will always be there

I love my family more than most

Not to boast

Sometimes I hear my grandfather’s ghost

I live for my family

They are the reason for my existence

They are the mere reason for my persistence at living a life that should already be dead

And I’d gladly kill myself if it meant saving them

Give everything in my heart to start a better life for them

Not saying I’d do their every whim

But when it’s sink or swim, I’d help them through the thick and thin

Help them when they need to win

Fight off any sin that might attack them

I love my family like the ground loves the rain

It washes away blood stains of the past, and giving parched ground a cane of moisture to make it last

Keep it on it’s feet

And if the ground collapsed from the weight of the world

The rain would hold it because it’s their precious boy or girl

Think fast, because I’m a slow listener

A takes jailor to make prisoner

But when I’m at home with my family, I’m free

Free from the burden of liars, cheating lovers, false friendship

Free from pain of being prosecuted for every little thing I do

Because I know the truth, I experience something beyond love and more everlasting than friends

There is loyalty in family

Even if one day we are enemies

The next day we apologize and push through

We will forever be there for each other until the day we die, and after

Like the sunshine shines too in the morning of a summer day

There will always be another day tomorrow to follow, such is family love

No gray day here, I don’t need a beer to be myself

When I bleed or miss and beat no ones pissed in their seat there’s still respect and I’m freed

Meanwhile if it was anyone else

If I make one mistake, the wrong joke, the wrong time to smile, nod my head, or be silent

I’d be kicked out, laughed at, pelted by insults and jokes

Stares from the other folks around me

But that pain isn’t a new wound, see

Because lovers cheat, and crush your heart under their feet

They play with your heart for s***s and giggles

And then when they start to be everything to you

Then they turn around and destroy every dream you had for them that you found

As it turns out you don’t mean anything to them

And their always is someone else, and never any mercy

You feel defeated while they spit in your face and you have to brace yourself for the tears that follow

They don’t apologize, they take everything and leave you to grieve on your knees, believe it, it happened to me

Friends aren’t much better

They use you as a stepping stone to jump higher

Say they’ll be there for you but their liars

I’ve been hospitalized for 3 years of my life and I didn’t get one visit

While I was on 16 meds trying to pick up the shattered shards of my life

Cutting myself on them, bleeding, gluing them together with dried tears

They forgot about me

Traded me away like a shirt they grew out of

While I was growing the balls to keep living

Giving everything I had for the chance to make things better

Once I cared for these people that were supposed to be there for me

Because I was there for them

But there wasn’t a single phone call since mental illness so now I don’t know them at all

Funny how you can put your life into someone’s hands

But then they forget about you, and throw out your soul like an old children’s toy

Because they don’t need you anymore

When I wasn’t cool enough to be worthy of their presence I guess they forgot I existed huh?

But you know the one constant in my life?

Family

They were there when I wasn’t even there for myself

They visited me every day

They didn’t cheat on me and find a new son

They didn’t discard me for new toys, like a computer or some s**t

They helped me work through my problems until I was strong enough to look out for myself

And now I look out for them

Because their family

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A tempting and proactive piece, as regards imagery and context, well done, good read.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks Thomas, glad it was enjoyable to read. :)

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My poem "Emptymess" meant for all this. You care about everyone, walk on their told ways see the aim that they show you but when the point comes and you have to choose, you realize there was no aim, no way, just a barren desert that looks same everywhere and you feel so tiny among the sand dunes and finally you realize that you are at the bottom of the highest dune, you have no idea but your inner voice keeps playing a prank endlessly that 'there's a way' and you walk walk walk and keep walking till the last breath still you never realize wherefore you walked so long distance if the peace lies where you started from. And all this time you had some companions who left you when you were lost, never came back to find and then you write a poem "Emptyness" after you're out of love, faith, belief and trust. Your fate seems at the dead end still when someone's there besides you, he says "We are here for you, we all love you." the broken little girl won't tell she can't trust anyone, because she's all broken so much that it can't be glued back. And only for the shake of goodness she'd say, "I know you all are."... and till then she has stoned, she'd die if not chiseled out and if chiseled she'd again come out as a corpse. And you can't kill a corpse because you are angry for she went away without a Final Goodbye.

I think I grew a bit more out of this poem, it's strange that I always find a relevant poem of your clicking randomly, exactly the one I need at the moment. Maybe our happy moments as kids were different however they merged when we started facing reality, I was bit younger but coincidentally it was the same time when we stood at either sides of a flipped coin. You wrote this poem before me because you were grown up before I was or I'd write the same. And for the family that never cheat on me although distant.

I feel your poems are my diaries, I write a lot recalling the best words that fit mine and your past situation. I wish something was really like a diary like this, not necessarily your poems but any thing that I could relate to... then I won't hate diaries. Otherwise keeping records of sorrowful ideas are the worst thing I once did and it was opened to everyone without my authorization, they screamed out my secrets at me and threw it away.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

So many go through the pain you have. In a way, you can never be alone, only separated from those who feel the same. But there are still very, very many.

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I'm sorry. Everyone is apparently alone and suffers in solitude, if you don't have reasons to explain, you'd be left alone. I never found a reason why others suffer, I didn't leave them alone however when I am going through the same and logically nothing to explain... Maybe it has but my mind doesn't wants me to be conscious about it. But I'm left alone. Maybe either they didn't want me when they suffered so they never come when I do.
Yeah I have a nice family I can keep up with fighting each of them, a closely distant family I'd say I love them, because I do and I have to, I'll always come back to them in the end.
One day you may feel good, happy but the reasons why you're depressed never gets erased, they remain. So far being happy is an illusion .

[Ethan]

For a while Aurora's comment went more interesting than this poem, honestly I didn't read the whole poem yet.
Well Aurora, your review looks like a prelude of a long novel. And come on what about diaries?...You can write different things in a diary that you might like to show. Don't wanna hide right? Then keep record of a beautiful thing. Diary isn't bad.
Depression is an illusion, go and wash ya face, when you wake up you'll see the nightmare gone. Happiness is real, pain is too but it's you who gotta decide, which reality you want to live in. I'm not worried, we know your strength little girl. Be well!

And Jack, did you tell her yet? Diaries aren't bad, give it a try, you have no idea, it'll solve so much. I do write, it's great trust me. Tell her.

This is a great poem till where I reached, so my review is up to that. Very good R.J.

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Is there anything serious you people are having between you? And what to tell me? Diary was for an instance, and I don't like writing secrets anymore, just poetry. Secrets are safe inside. Tell me is there anything you are scared to tell, I'm not a monster gonna eat you up, will be bit annoyed but that's OK... maybe I can help out too. I'm not depressed, only frustrated...will tell you later.
It's alright.
But what is that you're not telling me? Huh?

[Jackie]

Beautiful. For some families they are there through thick and thin. Which is the way it should be no matter what. Unfortunately though for some friends can become more of a family than there own true family. Im am happy and proud if you have a fzmily that is with you through thick and thin. No matter what the situation may be. A lovely write. Thanks for sharing:-)

[Bear]

Critique: (And their always is someone else, and never any mercy) there always
(Giving everything I had for the chance to make things better) I had the - the preposition "for" is unnecessary

Review: A nice testament to those who will always support and love you. Coming from a large family (three brother and three sisters) I understand and cant agree more with you. Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[wordman]

we are family,just like the song says

[Zoya]

Aw, this is really sweet...your family would be extremely happy after reading this. It's true...when we don't find love in the outside world, family is where we should go to...the source of everlasting love. The emotions are very well expressed, with quite many examples and comparisons. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing!