Dad

by LiSa   Mar 7, 2006


Im sitting on my bed alone
holding tightly to my cell phone
always hoping i will die
to tired to even cry
everyone doesnt understand
my life and my secret plan
you dont know what goes on in my head
dad after you said you wished i was dead
after alot of stuff i thought we wouldbond
dad guess wat screw you im gone

first words spell i hate my dad

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 18 years ago

    by ROSIE

    HEY WUZ UP THANX 4 COMMENTING ON MY POEM I LIKE YOUR POEM I GAVE U A 5/5 OK WELL WRITE BACK IF U WANT TO OK BYE.................ALWAYZ

    **ROSIE**

  • 18 years ago

    by Tony

    Hey..

    ouch..painful poem bt very nice !