My life...
Ten easy notches to my wrists
One for the abusive father
One for the drunken mother
One for the suicidal son
One for the molested daughter
One for the rapist brother
One for the drug addict sister
One for the little baby
Crying for attention
One for the shivering dog
Howling through the cold
One for the starving cat
Which ate my dead fish
One for the dead eaten fish
That was left in a dirty bowl
Where did that leave me
Some may ask
With ten too many notches
And lying there dead
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No this isn't my real life. Although I do like this poem
