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Choking On The Hate

Contributed by DecoratedInFlames on Tuesday, 23rd November 2004 @ 05:26:25 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

To be crushed down by thy ruthless hand
to be choking on drying sand
dont you understand?
what it feels like to be broken
shattered and alone
to be unwanted within the confidings of your own home
to be lost within a darkened space
to look in the mirror and not recognize thy own face
to be a mournful disgrace
to look upon yourself with shame
to keep telling youself
that you have only yourself to blame
no love from another
dearest mother
I never asked to be born
I never asked you to rip out my soul and leave it torn
don't bother father
I already crushed me down
I already rubbed my face into the ground
I already laughed while i choked on the bloody dirt
Are you proud of me now?
i instilled pain within myself when i was already hurt
self destruction will prevail
leaving my body so weak so frail
misused, abused, emoitionaly bruised
lost, so confused
you who have look down upon me in shame
you who tell me i have only myself to blame
but i never asked to be born
i never asked you to rip out my soul and leave it torn
now all i see is hate
now all i feel is scorn
as i die here
ripped and torn
a once living body bled
i might as well kill myself
i'm already dead
dont forget to put my ashes upon thy crooked shelf

Copyright © DecoratedInFlames ... [ 2004-11-23 17:26:25]
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