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I went through my old notebooks and found these interesting things. Read. Enjoy.
I think I'm infatuated with the idea of love.Will you love me? tell me what i want to hear but tell me the truth tell me you need me tell me i am beautiful tell me there is no insecurity, because i am the one tell me you love me
Poem 1
she's living the life of a child of hell
alcohol, drugs, sex, violence
all her parents think of
is how to get back at eachother
how to use her
mentally abusing her
her eyes are dull, no longer with a spark
for she is like a mother
to her younger sisters
feed them, watch them, wash them, help them
is what they tell her
and she does so she doesn't get her heart broken
again, with harsh words whipping her
just as the belt whips across her back
the screams she makes come out silent
they yell and detest
she tries to cover the unhappiness
when they say she leads a perfect life
she feels a sting and holds her wrists
as if she had cut herself again
then her head burns as she tries to forget
what the pain felt like
but she still loves her parents
Poem 2
How could you let him touch her?
your own little girl
did you like it? he says with a grin on his face
as she's buttoning her dress with tears on her face
now she's on her own, and all alone
in this sick sad little world
with memories of him in her mind
he's towering over her
memories, they never go away
she wants him dead, but it won't help
was it worth all the glamor and all the fame
to never see the smile on your daughter's face again
for her to never want to see or speak to you
with her head bowed in shame
now you ask what you did to deserve this treatment
you took away my self respect
and i am all that you have left
of a torn apart family
that was destined for disaster
before it was even formed
Poem numero tres
look at your little star now
she's all grown up
doing her drugs
selling herself for that one bag of crack
are you still proud
can you still call her your sweet little girl?
when she asks for money
it's hard to turn her down
with her sob story
that you gave into constantly
now you have paid
the one way ticket
toward her death
as she lays half dead half alive
she can hear you, yet cannot speak
is now a good time to call her weak?
for all her drugs and crying pain
that you embraced over and over again
if you had a chance
would you change what you did?
of course you say, but is it true
would you have gotten her the help
that she deserved?
just think about that
and tell me the truth
it's the least you could do
for the daughter who's life you screwed.
I think I'm infatuated with the idea of love.Will you love me? tell me what i want to hear but tell me the truth tell me you need me tell me i am beautiful tell me there is no insecurity, because i am the one tell me you love me
Poem 1
she's living the life of a child of hell
alcohol, drugs, sex, violence
all her parents think of
is how to get back at eachother
how to use her
mentally abusing her
her eyes are dull, no longer with a spark
for she is like a mother
to her younger sisters
feed them, watch them, wash them, help them
is what they tell her
and she does so she doesn't get her heart broken
again, with harsh words whipping her
just as the belt whips across her back
the screams she makes come out silent
they yell and detest
she tries to cover the unhappiness
when they say she leads a perfect life
she feels a sting and holds her wrists
as if she had cut herself again
then her head burns as she tries to forget
what the pain felt like
but she still loves her parents
Poem 2
How could you let him touch her?
your own little girl
did you like it? he says with a grin on his face
as she's buttoning her dress with tears on her face
now she's on her own, and all alone
in this sick sad little world
with memories of him in her mind
he's towering over her
memories, they never go away
she wants him dead, but it won't help
was it worth all the glamor and all the fame
to never see the smile on your daughter's face again
for her to never want to see or speak to you
with her head bowed in shame
now you ask what you did to deserve this treatment
you took away my self respect
and i am all that you have left
of a torn apart family
that was destined for disaster
before it was even formed
Poem numero tres
look at your little star now
she's all grown up
doing her drugs
selling herself for that one bag of crack
are you still proud
can you still call her your sweet little girl?
when she asks for money
it's hard to turn her down
with her sob story
that you gave into constantly
now you have paid
the one way ticket
toward her death
as she lays half dead half alive
she can hear you, yet cannot speak
is now a good time to call her weak?
for all her drugs and crying pain
that you embraced over and over again
if you had a chance
would you change what you did?
of course you say, but is it true
would you have gotten her the help
that she deserved?
just think about that
and tell me the truth
it's the least you could do
for the daughter who's life you screwed.