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Suffering a Seventeen Year Old Lie

Rip my heart, and tear up my soul,
Don’t bother regretting what you did,
Go ahead, spit in the hole,
Burn my corpse, leave it rotting sordid.

Dreams wasted, Childhood broken,
Broken promises left hanging in the air,
I used to dream maybe when I woke up,
A father would be stood there.

I gave you my smiles, my future,
Wishing you would hold my hand,
The child in me has been slaughtered,
As pleasant memories tuned to sand.

Nothing but a revolting enmity,
I’m what’s left of your revolting shame,
Your mouth says I love you, but your eyes are empty,
Embodiment of your sixteen year blame.

Memories of sunshine and pink,
Turn to red, black and ashes,
Watching my friends along side their “Superman”,
And nothing for me but a branded name “bastard”.

Wash away that woman you once loved,
As you wash me out your hair,
I’ll  stand and watch your new daughter,
The one with a father I wished for, who cared.

Why lie and say “I love you” anymore.
Don’t worry, I’ll take the door x

Author notes

nothing but why me?

its rubbish but i needed it off my chest

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