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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Memories that haunt.

Whispering in your ear,
everything you don't want to hear.

He says you are useless, like your mother.
And you'll never mean a God damned bit to another.

So you cry yourself to sleep,
as you burry your head in the sheets.

You pray that things will soon change,
but an unanswered prayer still remains.

So you wake up to that whispering again,
wishing some how you could get your revenge

.But it's much to late for that now,
he knocked you back to the ground.

You tried to run out of door,
but he kicks you and kicks you, and again once more.

Submitted: June 04, 2008

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A very nice poem that makes me want to kick somebody's ass, real hard.

Wed, June 4th, 2008 5:50am


Uhg, I commented myself istead of commenting you lol.
Thank you lol.
And thanks for being a fan =)

Wed, June 4th, 2008 8:40pm



Wed, June 4th, 2008 5:39pm

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