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Broken Home
Contributed by
savedbydeath
on
Sunday, 12th September 2004 @ 06:38:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
FamilyPoems
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everynight i go to bed
with this pillow pushed down
heavily over my ears,just
to fall asleep peacefully
knowing all the things i do
i hate my life,i hate my dad
ya thats right,i hate you
away from here,i'd be glad
no one knows the things that go on in this broken
home,so many things were hidden
my brothers and i live in a duneon
we feel we should get a gun
if only there was a way out
theres nothing we can do
my father is such a sell-out
ya dad thats you
theres alot i'm gonna hold in
theres alot i'll never tell
theres alot i wanna foreget
theres alot you should know
no one knows the things that go on in this broken
home,so many things were hidden
my brothers and i live in a dungeon
we feel we should get a gun
i dream when i can,that days and nights
will get better and these tears of fears
will turn to tears of joy
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Re: Broken Home
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by kidpoet_213 on
Sunday, 12th September 2004 @ 08:14:35 PM AEST
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This sounds like a bad situation... the only thing I can offer is these few words and a prayer... Just hold on... things have got to get better!
good write... lot of raw emotion here... keep it up...
~Donna~ |
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