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by beth Aug 15, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I write poems every day and night just because I can't sleep at night I just find I can't sleep because I'm afraid you will take things out on me like your on a rampage I hear mommy scream and ball out her eyes you make up excuses to hit her like" your sick of her lies" and when your done hitting her , you come after me and say I've done nothing but cause you misery. So you say " come here, lets play a game" and hit mee until blood pours out my veins So i yelled" Please daddy stop, I've hurt enough" and he said" Oh come on baby, You gotta be tough" so I took it some more, without a complaint and at that instant I began to faint I screamed out “I'm sorry but I cant take anymore†And within an instant I fell to the floor Within a week my body was found And they then buried me in a burial ground Where in heaven I could be in peace And all my pain can finally be released There is no more about my life to tell But this is my life inside the nutshell