This Childs Nightmare..

by Your Best Mistake Your Perfect Failure   Feb 20, 2007


A busted face, bruised ribs
I tried to survive but succumbed to the pain of his kicks
I try to have my own dreams..
thoughts that add up, something that has meaning
yet, i'm stuck in a world i don't know... His..

The voices in the hallways scare me
trapped in this room, with my shadow.. harry
telling me that am worth nothing..
never again will i want to be something.
I know i am something, a mistake..
I am just as guilty as that fat kid taking the cake..

Liars, they leave a guilty trail..
I hide each and every one of my tears in this pail
no one can console a twisted child as i..

A destroyer of dreams..
I have shattered what my family wanted me to be
and completely eradicated the one you loved..
I'll prove to you I'm not normal.. I wear a shell, like a glove...

I sit in my corner..
just with myself, a loner..
nothing left..

I sit and cry..
before i can do that.. i must wipe the blood from my eye..
the mark, you put it there..
in destroying lives, you've done your share..

NOW YOU CAN SEE WHAT IV'E DONE..
I haven't killed anyone, but you might as well hand fourth the gun..
You'll want to die too before I'm done..

I'M F U C K I N G USELESS.. Now you know..

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  • 17 years ago

    by Hey Brittknee

    Wow, that whole poem showd so much much emotion and so much hurt, glad you found some way to let it out through poetry

    that poem made me want to reach out and hug you to make you feel better

    amazing writing

    brittany (MD)

  • 17 years ago

    by myshiningstar14

    Wow i know how you feel, and its great how you let your personal life through in your poetry.,..i can relate and i appreciate you sharing your deepest emotions.
    5/5

    melissa

  • 17 years ago

    by kellie

    Very good way to express some deep emotions.
    Negative or not.
    Amazingly written.
    =]

  • 17 years ago

    by Crissi Addiction

    Great pome. I can never get enough depressing things. But parents thing you go loopy when the 'accidently' com upon one of you odd pomes at tells you there to graphic. Well hell with them. Keep up the gret pomes, there great.
    Ivy

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