Memories of Dying Days

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about my past.

Submitted: September 21, 2012

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Submitted: September 21, 2012

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Toss then turn, covers off then on. Look at the clock, its ten o clock and I still can't sleep

With you on my mind and everything that went wrong and all along you always knew, with everything that you would do

That you'd scar me, I was weak and now I'm praying for some sleep.

 

Praying for a day that I don't have to see your face, a day where you're erased from the fucking human race.

But no, you still exist and you're still in my dreams, lying awake. Ten thirty. Thirty one.

I give up, you've won. And I still can't sleep.

 

You stole what was most important to me: my innocence, safety and childhood dreams.

Everything ruined in one fucking year and it was you. All your fault the way  you left me here

Drowning in tears. Damned to my fears. All of it gone in one choice, in one act

Just because i didn't know how to react. It was our little secret, your little lie to keep.

And I'm praying to god to get one night of sleep.

 

Your adult world collided with the fears of a child; so lost, so alone in her world so divided

Between kind childhood and the harsh reality of growing up in the real world with your profanity.

So fuck you. Fuck your madness. And fuck what you felt because there's a place for those like you and that place is called hell.

You won't run my emotions or fuel my memories so all I'm asking for is one good night of sleep.

 

Is that too much to ask for? Too much, too soon? Shut your fucking mouth bitch, nobody asked you.

It may be too late for jail with no evidence to tell but Satan can sentence you to life in hell.

So burn, fucker, burn in the flames of the fire. Burn, fucker, burn in the flesh of desire.

 

Sure this is comforting and nice to believe but honestly your presence will never leave me

And your actions will never get out of my dreams. Look at the clock, it's 11 o clock

I can't fall asleep but time never stops and I still can't sleep.


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