Your control
Poem by: TheBlankThought
The hands are grabbing my feet, begging me for an end,
but i tell them, "its only just began."
I look into all of those affected and innocent eyes,
I hear the pain and silent cries.
Im torn between whats right and what I want to do.
from saying your forgiven to **** you!
The scars you've made will never completely heal,
and bandages will never completely conceal- conceall the damage you've created inside of my head.
From all of those scarring things you said.
But ur like a disease i cant heal, and i cant live without.
killing me, hurting me, filling my broken heart with even more doubt
do you not know how much I LOVE YOU, so much it hurts to even think about it
aint no use tho because all you are is ****
So I try and be strong for the ones who are weak inside
even tho I've tried.
Even tho i wanna hide. twice many tears of them have I cried. Wanted to have died. All the times I lied. Allowing you to be my wreckless guide.
Saw you hurt the ones I love but I still say I'm sorry
and its not even my fault!!
Then you turn around and on my freshly torn wounds you pour salt
But I love you more than you can ever know,
never admit it but I am under your control.
How this infuriates me but then again, its not like anything is going to change,
only more heated words will we exchange.
Go ahead and break all of our hearts, you dont need my permission, you were going to do it no matter what I said!
go on and drink yourself til you're dead
Yes, because calling me worthless is exactly what I prefer
til I end up becoming just like you daddy, drinking myself to death in liquor...
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great one.....i like the first few lines a lot....the rhyme works wonder..its quite deep...nice work
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Thanks!
wow that was amazing very deep and emotional xxxxxxx chloe xxxxxx well done that was really really good xxxx ^^)
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Thank you so much! :]!!
Nice, I really felt that. Keep it up :)
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Thanks. :]
My father was an alcoholic.
Then he wasn't, it was good stuff.
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wow it was very good:D if only my father were an alcholic and not what he is now:( oh well i could have stopped it but way=teva:/ very nice poem felt the emotion as i was reading it:Dcool
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thanks!
this was wonderful. i feel the same way towards my mother...everything she would put me through, i still loved her. it seems like the people who hurt us the most are the ones that we cant let go of. this was great. keep it up.
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thank you so much!
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