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So-called mother

Poetry By: MorganLitchfield

Dear mother.

Submitted:May 12, 2013    Reads: 15    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   

Emotions causing me to hate you,

Eyes watching everything you do,

You don't seem to act like you care,

This make pretend mask you wear,

In front of everyone to be like the rest,

My heartache is put to the test,

You wonder why I hate you..

You don't even look at my arms,

You don't even notice the harm that I do,

If you do, than you don't care,

And that doesn't seem to be fair,

Today I cut again,

''Idiot'' across my forearm.

I felt like hanging again on the wall,

But again, you never hear my call for help,

I want to lie in the ground,

That's the only way that I'll be found,

I'm haunted by the words that you said,

So in the end, I'll be loved when I'm dead.


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