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[sid] => 71195
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Drip, Drip
[time] => 2004-11-12 09:08:50
[hometext] => goes the blood as it falls from the knife...
[bodytext] => Drip, drip what’s that sound mummy? Drip, drip why does daddy look so funny? Why is he lay there in a pool of blood, Why are you screaming that I am no good? I only tried to help to stop him hurting you, I am sick of the ***** that he puts you through, All fighting, your screams & the beatings, A fist in your face is your welcome home greeting. Daddy didn’t think that I saw him do all this, He thought I was in my room so my eyes would miss, But I heard everything & my eyes saw it all, I witnessed his punches as you curled up in a ball. All the other kids at school have normal lives, They don’t see their dad chase their mum around with knives, I just got so fed up with not sticking up for my mum, It made me upset to see her always looking so glum. She tried to cover up the countless black eyes, She also tried to deny all the times that she cries, I see all the cuts that she has all over her arms, She says they are accidents & she doesn’t self harm. So one day when daddy finally came home, He thought he & mummy were in the house all alone, Little did he know I was stood behind him with a knife, I killed him because that’s no way a man should treat his wife. I wanted mummy to be happy & did this for her, It all happened so quick it seems quite a blur, I love my mum & I’d do anything to make her smile, I’m glad daddy has gone he was so wicked & vile. [comments] => 9 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 59 [informant] => pixie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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