Hate called Dad

by Kirsty   Oct 13, 2005


You caress your wounds like a child in vain
Chasing your ways and breaking down doors
The rain was pouring for you had come again
I'll carry on slashing tell me do you want more?

The glass had been broken for my wicked way
The night was cold and the day was so long
But I'm not a toy you can't pay me to stay
Still claiming your innocence? We know you was wrong

A man you should be a boy you remain
You f**ked up too much there's nothing to do
But friends before family it's always the same
I hate you, I hate you I HATE YOU!!!

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  • 19 years ago

    by Mona

    I guess you were right kirsty. I think our situations are completely different. I don't know my dad and wish i did, and you know him and wish you didn't. You were so right girl. Beautiful Poem. There are a lot of feelings in it, I'm glad to see you can express your feelings this way, and turn it into a beautifull poem. Which takes me to somewhere I havent been. Breathe taking! Thats all i can say..

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