On the ridge of a lonely town
There was a boy with a constant frown
He tried to get along with friends
Yet he didn't know how to tie the ends
He stayed alone all night as they screamed
His parents were ruthless as it seemed
They often said words he didn't like
Whenever they argued he'd just ride his bike
He lay in his bed thinking of why
They could bicker this much and not eye for an eye
He hoped it would stop but still it did not
He felt insecure he felt like a dot
He'd like to talk loud but scared of them both
they'd hit him and beat him hindering his growth
Later in life it seem to come through
those feelings inside whatever few
they'd turn into instincts and use it by violence
But every once in life he'll be left within his silence
With no one to love and no one loving him
Hell hurt himself more before life becomes grim!!!
A contest entry
- For Our Parents by WhiteAngelCake.
700 points, ended August 18, 2008, 28 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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morbidly deep
flipping well written but hellish sad... damn youre good
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I wouldn't want my parents to fight either.
Good luck in the contest.
-WhiteAngelCake -
The background makes this hard to read, but the message is strong! Thank you for sharing.
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aww this is great! i like! nice nice work
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