you didn't give a shit
all you cared to do was hit
i tried to run, but i knew
if i got away, you'd selfdestruct
you needed more help then we all thought
you just had to hurt me permanantly
for all of us to find out
now i'll never see your smile again
not that i ever truly saw you happy
now i'll never see that knife above my head
not again, and not that i ever wanted to
you're getting the help you need
i'm sitting in a hospital bed
you don't understand why
i'm hurt
you won't remember.
i was just another problem
in your repetoire of issues.
i almost bled out.
almost. you ass.
i'll answer questions as they are presented to me.
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Wonderful poem my dear. I have one small thing I *must* point out lest I die from holding it all in, it's 'I' not 'i', capitalization is the key
. But yes, peom, like, I do. I do hope you didn't have to actually go through all of that to write this, but I suppose if you have at least *somethings* come out of this. Keep scribbiling and such like.
The Tramp.
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Wow. Deep and meaningful. I can see the hurt and torture in this piece clearly. Well done.
Sammie,
xXx
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