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A Letter... Back Home

Contributed by kidpoet_213 on Friday, 8th October 2004 @ 01:30:49 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Dear Mom and Dad...
I just wanted you to know...
The reason... I left home...
When I was just fifteen...
It wasn't either of you... that drove me to do this thing...
It was me...
I was a teenage queen... totally out of control...
With a dream...
A WILDCHILD... so to speak...
I left home to pursue that dream
And live a life on my own...
Wanting to prove to the world and to myself...
That I wasn't a little girl anymore

But all I've wound up with... is...
A broken dream... a shattered heart and a body wracked by life's dirty schemes
I've made all kinds of mistakes...
I've taken all kinds of risks and punishment...
Just to have... what I thought at the time... was a little fun
Instead... I became a WILDCHILD... a rebel without a cause and on the run
Living life out of control and under the gun...
I lost my soul to sex... drugs... alcohol...
And to that good old rock and roll...

Night after night...
I'd walk those bloody... big city streets
While being force to do... things I won't repeat
I always feared for my life...
Always wondered if... I'd survive just one more night
All the while thinking about where I really belonged...
With you...
Back home

Now... here I sit... all alone... in this dingy room
Criyng these lonely tears of doom and gloom
A washed up... burnt out... drug addicted... alcoholic shell
Of a life that once was...
A has been... if you will...
Hollowed out inside and spent...
Because of all of life's tragedies...
Hard lessons... I've never learned
All the things that went against the grain of everything...
I was ever taught to believe
Growing up... with you...
Back home

I've finally realized...
Back home is where I long to be...
Where I long to see...
Everything and everyody that's familiar to me
Back home is where I belong...
But it seems like a lifetime ago... since I was there...
Life has become a living hell to be me... a nightmare
I thought I was living a life... so large and so free
But now... I see... it was all just a deadly pipe dream
Back home... with you... is where I really belong

Please... forgive me... mom...
Please... forgive me... dad...
Please... forgive me... everyone...
For what I've put you through...
And what I thought I knew...
'Cause... I've come to realize...
I'm not grown up yet...
But I'm still not a little child either...
I'm caught somewhere in between...
Between small town, USA and those bright... big city lights
So blinding as they glare at me...
Through these bloodshot eyes...
That see... nothing... except the darkness surrounding me

Now... all I do... is sit here and dream
Dream of being back home with you...
In your arms is where I want to stay
I want out of this big city and it's bloody grasp today
Please... help me...
Help me... to find my way...
Back home again... to you...

'Cause... here I sit... all alone... in this dingy room
Criyng these lonely tears of doom and gloom
A washed up... burnt out... drug addicted... alcoholic shell
Of a life that once was...
A has been... if you will...
Hollowed out inside and spent...
Because of all of life's tragedies...
Hard lessons... I've never learned
All the things that went against the grain of everything...
I was ever taught to believe
Growing up... with you...
Back home

Signed...
With love...
Your daughter... the teenage queen




Copyright © kidpoet_213 ... [ 2004-10-08 01:30:49]
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Re: A Letter... Back Home (User Rating: 1 )
by Bohemian_with_a_pen on Friday, 8th October 2004 @ 02:10:09 AM AEST
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this is so touching, so heartfelt, i love it


Re: A Letter... Back Home (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 14th October 2004 @ 10:29:11 PM AEST
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Another masterpeice of luv-n compassion for so many out there that jus don't know which way to turn.
Proud of u gall.
luv, huggs,
yo momma,
emy
Keep up the awesome writes.




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