Yet another 3 in the morning poem. I should totally start making a collection... View table of contents...

Submitted: Sep 2, 2008    Reads: 19    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

My wounds are opened, hatefully torn

Some days you wish I was never born

I still remember the time you said to me

You’re ruining our lives, just leave me be

 

I cried

These words they hurt (you’ll never know)

I cried

I feel like dirt (pushed down low)

 

You pushed and shoved me around

I must’ve deserved the blame

I feel like my hands are tied and bound

I am going insane.

 

I cried

These words they hurt (you’ll never know)

I cried

I feel like dirt (pushed down low)

 

I had a horrific dream last night

I was to bruised and abused to fight

I fell down face in the dust

As you stood over me and cussed

 

I pull up myself

Ready for our fateful dance

You don’t care about my health

you won’t give me a chance.

 

I cried

These words they hurt (you’ll never know)

I cried

I feel like dirt (pushed down low)

 

My strength is gone

I don’t think I can move on

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