She cries in her room,
being called a mistake,
Hiding in her bathroom,
As her death awaits,
Lying on the bathroom floor,
Taking down the pills,
One by one while her heart spills,
Wating for death to take her,
As he waits to kill,
Lying in the bathroom,
Digging,
Tearing,
Ripping into her skin,
Bleeding through thr rough end,
She awaits with a gun,
As her mother walks in,
As she wispers to mom...
This Is The End,
my horrible life was all a waste,
Then being called a mistake right in my face,
Sure I care, but not that much,
Because like you said,
I'm just a worthless-Mistake..
So hear my good-bye mother,
I wish you well,
Dont worry,
We'll meet again in hell...
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i love the ending! *awe struck* wow "we'll meet again in hell... mother" thats sooo good!
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Haha
Lmfao nikki
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This poem is filled with pain, I hope that you arn't the suicidal one. I know how it feels to be called worthless. My aunt said that to me, just beacause the first child is the mess up. The sad thing is she dosn't even know me. Well ne whoo good write
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I can be at certain times.
I can be suicidal at certain times of my life, depends on what I am going through. I'm sorry to hear that, it hurts alot..dosen't it?..
Thanks for the comment and reading.
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