Mother, you make me suffer, by Alex Luck
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For all those times i have cut my wrist
For all those times i have cried
You ask me how i could have done this to you
How selfish i could be inside
For all those times i have fallen down
For all those times i have been broken
You ask me if i hate you
You wonder why i don't lie
For all those times I've though of suicide
For all my akes and sorrows
You wonder why i blame you
You wonder why i want to die
HERE LET ME TELL YOU WHY
You blame me for your problems
You blame me for your mistakes
You wont stop blaming me till the day you die
You selfish bitch i hope you rott in hell
Then maybe you'll see all the wrong you've done in my life |
| Posted: 2005-08-18 17:20:42 UTC |
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| 2005-09-01 17:37:28 | a rose by any otha name |
| I have a poem about my mom too, they can cause the most pain of any body you will ever come to love |
| 2005-10-26 23:16:53 | ~*PuRely*DeVine*~ |
| i feel sorrow for this poem...because i understand the feelings...i juss want to tell you there are always better days and one persons actions can not influence you unless you let them...out parents are our most significant influences...we choose whether to be like them or break the chain of unhappiness...my advice to you is to be better than you were treated, spending your life in bitterness will get you no where... |