Pray for the youth
with their necks through this noose
Fighting for the truth.
To us, its abuse.
You wonder why we're f*ucked up.
You wonder why we give up
on life with this knife
with this need
You degrade me
wont save me
wont help me
you disagree
with everything i tell you
and everything i try to do
What the hell is wrong with you?
HATE JUST THROUGH AND THROUGH.
I try to be an angel
i try to be your friend
i try to be a daughter
but its all just pretend.
i gave up on you
i hate you
everything i been through
blame it on the parents
never wanna share us
blockade us
shape us
We pretend to smile
as you walk down the isle
I've been dead for awhile.
With this razor to my hand
and blood on the sand
the scars on my arms
and the holes in my skin
the needle by my side
...
What happened if I died?
What happened if I cried inside?
You'd watch me
degrade me
scream and start praying.
so pray for a better day
when everything just goes your way
when its said
that im dead
and its said
that i bled
go ahead and scream b*tch
no it's not a dream b*itch
You wonder why we're all so f*cked up.
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Author notes
It was in my drafts. I didnt want it deleted.
Comment, please?
Comments
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I understand this... I was abused. Good poem , my friend!! Keep writing!!
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:)
Thankyou! ^_^
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