Yes,
My parents have money.
No,
I haven’t a cent to my name
Yes,
My parents keep their money to themselves.
No,
They don’t share with filth like me.
I’m waiting for their death.
So sadistic,
I know
Skip the funeral,
Where do I sign?
My sister’s can keep the photos,
My dear brother’s can keep the furniture,
All I want is the money.
Selfish,
Yes,
Tired,
Indeed,
Yes, tired indeed, of their hate.
When I lived with them they planted hate in me and I watered my face many a nights,
It’s a surprise that nothing grew,
But then again self-hate has sprouted,
There is nothing positive.
I am back living with them again in their library,
My filth is not worthy of one of their rooms.
I disgust them.
They despise me.
If it were not for religion they would have chopped me to pieces,
Good dog, eat it all.
I hate to be so sinister.
Well Actually,
No I don’t.
It is my life.
It is my existence.
It is me who is trying to stay afloat while they pile on the bricks
I will be sad when they die.
Sad that they treated me like the Shit I came to believe I am,
Sad that they favored the other children over me,
Sad that they treated me like trash.
The tears in my eyes show the sadness
Me- pathetic- alone- miserable.
One thing I look forward to their funeral.
I will be giving a boiling eulogy.
My shame is non-existent.
Let me make the crowd weep with the tears of my endurance of pain.
And that night the needle will drop from my arm.
A contest entry
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right to the point of humans and how we can be selfish with rightful means
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Pain
The pain in this write is overwhelming. It is written entirely from the very narrow view of the addict. I wonder what the sister, father, mother poem would sound like should their ilk ever write one?
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dayum... i love this poem so much... its very well written... but i love it also because i relate to it well...
"When I lived with them they planted hate in me and I watered my face many a nights,
It’s a surprise that nothing grew,
But then again self-hate has sprouted,
There is nothing positive."
...all too familiar...
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uh,wow. a litle speechless at the moment. i love the flow of it. its just, wow.those words took me in.it hurts when you're not treated the way you deserve
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Well written
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well your feelings certainly come across loud and clear lol, well written and i hope that it may have helped excorcise some demons
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Wow...
You get the emotions of hate and despise across very well. Strong words and interesting format. I..er, enjoyed reading this. -
No pity comments?
If others have not lived through this, then sometimes pity all they can offer.
Did your parents not pay for your rehab??
That aside, this is a really well written piece, it's a shame they made you felt that way, noone should have to look forward to the death of a family member. However, you say they did not treat you like family...
I thik the last lines were best. Boiling eulogy, non-existent shame...
And the final conclusion.
Perhaps the reason for everything??
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