December 19th 7:57

by Mild insomnia   Dec 19, 2004


Tell me your lies,
I’m getting good at forcing myself to smile,
I can fake that I’m happy for a while.

I guess that I’m not too bright,
And well that makes daddy right,
He always told me, I was no good.

Like a dart, shot right through my heart,
I fell apart, and lay broken in the dark,
Ever crying, and still constantly trying,
Slowly dying, as you keep on smiling.

So pull at my beliefs, don’t spare me,
Just hate me, don’t fake caring.

Argue against all my statements,
Keep disrespecting my thoughts, see what happens,
Maybe if I slice away,
You’ll see under my skin.

I guess that I’m not too bright,
And well that makes daddy right,
He always told me, I was no good.

Red lines, drag across the back of my mind,
Every time, my words are left behind,
All the things, that just never sink in,
Left within, my mind that’s wearing thin.

So pull at my beliefs, don’t spare me,
Just hate me, don’t fake caring.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Knight_of_Blackrose

    Hey, thanks for the comment. I people just don't like my work and they rate it acordingly, either that or they just want to be pricks, who knows... do you have AIM? if so send me an email and let me know, or you can leave it in a comment if you don't mind everyone seeing it.

  • 19 years ago

    by Knight_of_Blackrose

    If your father really said that, then he isn't much of a father is he? Being a father is more than just a title, you have to earn the right to be called a dad, it isn't just something you are when you have a child. Anyway, absouletly wonderful poem... keep writing and i'll keep reading.

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