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by Joe Dirt Aug 17, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
All your yelling. And screaming. Never did me. Any good. All the fighting. And the beatings. Never taught. Me anything. Am I missing something. 'Cuz I seem. To be confused. Was I not. What you were expecting? Was I not. Good enough for you? And was there. Something I could have done. To prevent everything. From happening to me? I guess the only thing. I can do. Is take it all in. All the beatings. And the punishments. When will this end???
by cory
Yeah what they said.lol
by Perfectly Unperfect
I enjoyed this poem