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A mother who has lost her way and neglects her children for the sake of feeding her alcoholic habit.
By Deadly Words
THIS IS ME...
Poetry | Updated Mar 3, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 7
By Reshoun Coverson
This is a poem about the strained relationship between my mother and I caused by her former drug addiction and the associated problems.
As I saw blades spark for my amusement, I also saw you. Image courtesy of 'AquaSixio (Toutes les larmes de son corps)
By Faith Writer
What do you do, when life start's to become to real for you. When you start to push away your loved one's, and have no one else to turn to but your memories.
Poetry | Updated Feb 10, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Ruminating on my memories with my mother. Everything written is true and I do advise you to heed my caution before you read. This is not for children. I hope that readers pay attention for signs of neglect and abuse in children. They're helpless. I would have loved for someone to stand-up for my...
Essay | Updated Dec 31, 2011 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
You never know what you have until it's gone. But when it's gone, trust me, you'll know. This is for my
Poetry | Updated Dec 31, 2011 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
Just once, i wish i could get recognized...
What if it was the end of the world? how did the survivers cope? Will we know about Patch's past and his real name?
By Lydia Moon
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Abandoned and neglected. A short poem written in the perspective of broken and forgotten instruments..
I write about what is on my mind and this was on my mind at that time.
Essay | Updated Oct 20, 2011 | Reads: 1491 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
This is a poem I wrote about all the different sorts of Hell kids are put through these days.
this is about how i have been made to feel by the person i thought i could depend on throughout my life my mum.
This poem is about how i have grown up and how hard it has been for me living around violence and alcohol. I find writing poems is a good way to let go of the past and look to the future.
Poetry | Updated Oct 14, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3