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daddys girl
he would come home every night drunk
he's breath always stunk
he would yell about $hit that didnt make sense
like the stupid color of the fence
or how i got home to early from school
or i didnt follow a simple rule
he would get so mad he would slap and kick
hit my stomach so hard i would be sick
and when he got done and heard my mom pull in
he would beg me to forgive his sin
dont tell your mother he said begging and crying
I wont do it again he was lieing
but i said ok its alright
weak as can be my room in sight
i crawled to my bed
blood rushing from my head
i lay in the darkness
thinking how can someone be so heartless
im losing a lot of blood
so much theres a flood
i finally drift off to sleep
As i pray the Lord my soul to keep
he's breath always stunk
he would yell about $hit that didnt make sense
like the stupid color of the fence
or how i got home to early from school
or i didnt follow a simple rule
he would get so mad he would slap and kick
hit my stomach so hard i would be sick
and when he got done and heard my mom pull in
he would beg me to forgive his sin
dont tell your mother he said begging and crying
I wont do it again he was lieing
but i said ok its alright
weak as can be my room in sight
i crawled to my bed
blood rushing from my head
i lay in the darkness
thinking how can someone be so heartless
im losing a lot of blood
so much theres a flood
i finally drift off to sleep
As i pray the Lord my soul to keep
Published 26th Jan 2011
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26th Jan 2011 4:22am
26th Jan 2011 7:04am
this is extremely heartwrenching and saddening and partially relatable
you dont hold back honesty which is a good thing.. because it allows you to use poetry as a useful outlet.
keep the writing up, because your good at it
and if you wanna talk ... inbox me :) x
you dont hold back honesty which is a good thing.. because it allows you to use poetry as a useful outlet.
keep the writing up, because your good at it
and if you wanna talk ... inbox me :) x
