Bedtime Stories

by Disturbed and Under Age   Jan 16, 2007


Tell me stories
things i dont want to hear
of child molesters
bloody cold fear
drunken abusers
mosters with beer
then tell me you love me
'my sweet baby dear'
i fall asleep
drenched in tears
dreams of dark eyes
your hidden lies
and far off cries
watch the sun rise
for a bright new day
tell myself it'll all be ok
someday soon
i'll run away
when i turn 18
they cant make me stay

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  • 17 years ago

    by Ch!ld~of~Darkness

    I really really liked this poem, for personal reasons, but it's really well writtin and the words chosen fit it really good, keep up the awsome work

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