My mum starts to yell at me when i get home,
ill yell right back at her.
well end up hitting each other,
till we draw up blood.
ill go to my bedroom,
turn the stereo to full blast.
ill pull my spiky belt out,
put it around my neck,
pull it as hard as i can.
the spikes start to go through my skin,
it hurts so much,
but i keep pulling it harder and harder.
i see a very bright light,
there is something standing in front of it.
there stood my dead grandpa,
we talk.
my mum mutters something,
pounds on my chest.
i gasp for air, im alive.
A contest entry
- Our Poor Teenage Hearts by PonyPride.
950 points, ended April 21, 2008, 15 entries
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Very intense, sad poem. Also very emotioanl, and tho I wanted more ryhme you didnt really need it. good work
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Welcome to AllPoetry
I certainly hope this isn't personal as no one should attempt that on themselves nor fight with their Mother in such a way
Powerful write
.♥.
Enjoy AllPoetry
Stay safe
~Manda
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Wow, I hope this is not something you are really going through, as a mom myself this really bothers me at a personal level, aside from that your pain is well penned. thanks for sharing.
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amazing
a gr8 write for a newby XP lol u know i love you!
but it is amazing!
xxxx
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this is intense. it makes me think.
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