Would it have been too much not to ask for tears
Or how I can't do anything right
But on Christmas morning
At one-twenty a.m
What do you do?
Nit pick at my sh!t poem
And start a fight
I never asked to come here
Why didn't God let me die
Why didn't just kill me
This suffering is plenty of suffice
People say I don't deserve this Lord
But it's constantly happening to me
Why can't you bless us or damn of all
Or based upon our equality
Why couldn't you have killed me
Before going down that birth canal
My father not being there
My mom and I being such opposites
Have me in an interal Hell
Am I your amusement
Just your little Rag Doll
Who continually gets ripped apart
I truly give up in some cases
There's so much
Where is there to start?
What a happy Christmas morning!
There's a flood down my face
I such a horrible and disrespectful daughter
YOU SHOULD HAVE MADE A BETTER ONE
TO MY MOM, I'M NOTHING BUT BAD TASTE
Why didn't you make me blonde,
With platinum highlights
Blue eyes of a Barbie doll
Just as she wanted
Ever since she was two
Lord, what in the Name did you give her
Just some Gothic FOOL
I am nothing but trash
A series of flawed internal scars
I'm just a piece of trash.
Sorry I'm the Stacy doll
I'm sorry that I don't "do"
I'm sorry I'm not happy
I'm sorry, but my life sucks
I can't get the grades you want
The pretty hair
Or the happy eyes
Perfect nails
And everything else you idolize
On that T.V. screen
I'm sorry for the horrible poem on your birthday
But this is out of rythme now
But it wasn't like this was any better
But thank God you didn't see that "anger letter"
I'm sorry I'm not your everything
And all of what you desire
I'm typing this poem at one-thrity eight
Thinking about how you hate
And couldn't ever appreciate
Everything I've done, tried to do, for you
For you
If you could understand
How much pain I have
You would be more lax on me
Only God has been my TRUE dad
So, God, please don't forsake me
I need my arm's of sorrow
Things haven't been the same without him
Not bother to wake for tomorrow
Happiness is too much to ask for Christmas
Santa missed this one girl
She's goth, but a kid at heart
She's in tears as she writes this
Santa, she never had happiness from the start
She's going to stop writing this
The tears from the heart
Author notes
This poems sucks. No one reads my stuff anymore. I barely hear from my AP family. I rather leave. This poem sucks, but it's self explainitory. Read and reep.
A contest entry
- Teenage Issues by JoBecca.
308 points, ended December 29, 2007, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
If you know me, let me know if i deserve happiness?
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Congrats on your trophy. Personally, you're loved very much by me! I'm glad you're still here and not gone! I apologize for myself and others that don't stay in much contact. Please know it doesn't mean I love you any less. By the way, brunettes have more fun than blondes! Many hugs 'n kisses to you!
Ted E
PS: Happy 17th Birthday!
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I think you have expressed yourself great here. Being Goth isn't so bad is it? Although some of your co goths dress very strangely and this is only a phase that you are going though. Keep your chin up and move forward in your poems. Express Express that's what poetry is all about. Keep your pen flowing and may your ink never run out. Your poem does not suck!!!!!
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this doesnt suck
i happen to like it alot actually
i really like how you ended it.
Although its sad, its a good write because its personal and it comes from the heart
i hope everything is ok with you.
♥
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you're right.. at least god still listens
i read every new thing you write..girl, poetry is not meant for rhymes and rhythms it's meant for expression, and in the pain of your emptiness and your bleeding heart, there is beauty enough in you to continue writing..the rest of the world can see you here. don't forget us! By the way, Gothic is GORGEOUS the problem is that today's version of "Goth" is just one dark step up from grunge. true goth is amazing and detailed and absolutely lovely. your pictures on myspace prove it^_^
remember how this is your outlet..there is always poetry and music for the lost and torn. no matter whose life seems better than whose..
dont listen to what's perfect or not, because there is no such thing. perfection is in the lord, humans simply can't be. it's only in differing opinions if you were perfect to one person, if only one, someone else would still want to change you. so don't even think about it.
also, at this age, we are NOT complete and we DO NOT know ourselves envermind our own unlocked potencial..so DONT COUNT ON THESE DAYS you will ALWAYS have the next moment to find something better..
dont look for tomorrow, because a good tomorrow starts now.
With Love,
~Hannah
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I agree, this poem does not suck, and im sorry for not being around to read your stuff, ive been really really busy these past few months...but at any rate, im so sorry that your christmas already sucks...and of course you deserve happiness, and i believe that when you get it, it will be the most brilliant happiness anyone has ever seen
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This poem does not suck. I truly hope you don't leave. Where would I be without you? You are the glue that keeps me together. Anyway, back to the poem. I hate the fact that you are treated this way. You are perfect just the way you are and anyone who can't see that is just a blind fool. I only want happiness for you and anything I can do for you I will. Your words are so touching, they show the depth of your emotions and I love how you let it all out. You deserve a happy Christmas morning and I hate all who take that from you. If I could I would take all your pain on myself and let you only feel happiness I would. Please keep writing and I will keep reading. I love your work. I love everything about you. Forget what your mom idolizes. She is too blind to see what perfection she has right in front of her. Please, smile for me and know that you make the pain of my life worth going through.
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