Nine Cat Lives

Beat me with a stick,

Hurt me

Stab me

Break my heart in two.

You made a promise

You did not keep.

You made a choice

You hurt me deep.

Still I forgive you

But still I am sad.

The wound is fresh

Like a new born calf.

Freeze my inards,

Burn my sides,

Pour acid down my throat

And take my nine cat lives.

I wrote this poem at the age of 15 (8/11/05) after yet another broken promise from my father (my parents divorced when I was young). He often chose his new family over me and broke promises, below write about how you feel when you’re facing similar situations.