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Might Tough.. HAHA!
Contributed by
icryblacktearz
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Tuesday, 2nd March 2004 @ 10:04:08 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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You think your mighty tough, but what you've put me through is as rough, im sick of you "B.S." that you claim, "father" is your misname, You dont see how much we miss you its painted on my forehead.. as a tattoo, the only thing i've ever wanted has left my dreams remained haunted, i want you to apologize, for all those lies, about how you told the cops i fell, but i know i dare never tell, that you were the reason i was cut, i look at you as a smut, i cant believe you dont care, that i spend my time alone upstairs, trying to wash the memories of you away, its like my dreams of gunplay, that instead of you taking my life, i could just cut my wrists with a knife, you told my mother was the reason for why i was being beaten, but thats a lie, and now i hope you DIE!
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Re: Might Tough.. HAHA!
(User Rating: 1 ) by ILuvKyleKorver26 on
Tuesday, 2nd March 2004 @ 10:08:17 AM AEST (User
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great poem!! such madness but thats ok i likes it it was sad but a good poem
Love always, Jenna |
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Re: Might Tough.. HAHA!
(User Rating: 1 ) by markie on
Tuesday, 2nd March 2004 @ 10:51:34 AM AEST (User
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my grandaughter calls her dad (my son) a sperm donor, speaks about him using his first name..She's angry and hurt by things he's done, too. Like not being there for her when she needed him. She has a right to her anger and so do you. I'm sorry for your pain...I'm sorry my son hasn't been a good father...I wish I could wave a wand and make all the pain go away, but so far all I can manage to do is flap my gums and cry.... Great poem though, always keep writing! |
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