You push me down,
But I’ve already hit the ground
Pull me up
But I just crumble in your hands
My eyes are cloudy,
And I can’t tell if your trying to hurt me
I’m already in so much pain
Knives stab away at my heart
It hurts so bad
I just want it to stop
I need it to stop
Do you hate me this much,
Or is this how you show your love?
Is this how you like to see me?
Struggling to keep my head
Above your deadly rapids.
You don’t want me,
You only want who I used to be.
Author notes
... it aint gotta title...
A contest entry
- For Our Parents by WhiteAngelCake.
700 points, ended August 18, 33 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is a very good poem. very powerful and descripitve
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Aw... It's strange how good poetry can be so sad.
Thank you for entering my contest, and I wish you good luck. 
-WhiteAngelCake
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