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Him

He can calm me down when I'm going insane
But he watches me die as he shoots up cocaine
Drowning in sorrow when no one will answer
In some ways he's just my kind of cancer

Never too sorry; he'll do it again
But through it all he'll call me his punching bag and friend
And when he drinks he's gone till tomorrow
Leaving me with scars that eventually hollow

Can't say I hate him
Can't say I care
Won't say I love him
'Cause he's still there

Beating me down and tearing me out
Waiting for me to just scream or shout
Shooting my chest till I can't exhale
Spends all his life in the county jail

Doesn't deserve it
But I can't say why
He's still my dad
Till the day that I die

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  • "Shooting my chest till I can't exhale"
    powerful line. This poem was well done, you had a lot of emotion. It was quite vivid : ]

    thanks for sharing

  • that comes right out of ur heart...

  • thats was very powerful,
    i believe it has alot of
    emotion.,
    i love the way you write.
    =DDD

  • This was a breat taking work of art
    my favorite line "my type of caner"
    Each word was intence with emotion, nice work


  • dani girl
    April 13

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    wow

    amazing i no exactly what youve been threw been threw it myslef its good to let it out this way =] keep on writing
    love dee x

  • This is pretty powerful.. amazing writing. The first verse is really good i read that one about three times.

  • 3

    i think this is very sad and great but life can be a lot harder i feel so sad for you just take my life for examp its miserble but hope everything gets better still hoping for mine to *
    ive been through stuff like it to

  • Oh my this is sad :/. I can kind of relate to this, it reminds me of a friend... "He can calm me down when I'm going insane
    But he watches me die as he shoots up cocaine
    Drowning in sorrow when no one will answer
    In some ways he's just my kind of cancer" Beautiful lines hun. <333


  • k.a.s.s.i.e
    April 2

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    i'm sorry that your dad's like that, but this is a good way to let it out, yes? very good write.

    kAsSiE

  • I can't imagine what this would be like, seeing tha tim the one that does frugs in my family, but i see the impact that it has on everyone every day. you did a great job of showing what you are going through

  • fucking amazing!!!!

    i am jelous!!! your a better poet than me!


  • Elektraphyre
    March 31
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    thats really good
    much better than any of my poems


  • Mrs.Chips
    March 30

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    Bravo!

    I really enjoyed reading this and did I detect some dark humor? In any case I love the ever-changing rhyme-scheme and like how you developed from objective pronouns to it being "dad"! I especially like the line "he's just my kind of cancer".

  • This was really great write. i can't belive that you think it's not good. And i agree with Rayne, even though he did bad things, well he is still your father. But it doesn't mean that you should just take it either, stand up for yourself when you can.

  • oh my god... that like makes me wanna cry awesome write!


  • Lexia
    March 30

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    I don't get how you can sy this isn't your best. It's really really good, shaant. *hugs you*
    I'm printing this one.


  • penchanted
    March 30

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    Wonderful Write

    This is intensly powerful.. It is perhaps so powerful of a write to me because my kids could have written this poem about their dad a few years back. It's been a hard road for all of us, and I know you understand how hard more than the average Joe. However though I never thought I would live to see it, their dad and still my friend though not my husband anymore has been clean for 6 years now. 15 yrs of using, but now clean. it took a few tries.. but he has finally made it. and I'd be lying if I said that it makes it all okay. The scars are still there but at least now he can be a real dad to his kids now that his mind isn't cluttered with dope.
    Hang in there sweetie.. I'll be praying for you

    Jo


  • Jazzlyn
    March 29

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    .... wow
    i really loved this poem
    way better then anything i'll ever write
    and it's true, even tho he's n an ass he's still your dad
    again great write

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