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[sid] => 67934
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Help!
[time] => 2004-10-18 14:03:52
[hometext] => I got the idea to write this poem from a book that I read.
[bodytext] => I am laying on the bed, There is no sudden sound, When he comes, I put my head on the ground, I can hear him yelling, He's screaming my name, I don't want to play anymore, I am sick of this game, Just leave me alone, I hate to see your face, When you are coming, and I am walking, I pick up my pace, You slam my door open, You yell at my face, I yell get out of here you big disgrace, He takes off his belt, And hits me on my legs, I try to run away, He will hurt me to the end of my days, He pulls me by my hair, As Im being dragged down the stairs, I am bleeding now, And he wipes it on my white bears, I hate you so much, What did I do? Whatever the reason, I can't stand you, Mom is gone now, Why did she have to leave? My father doesn't know, But I believe, That one day she'll come, Back from the sky, And she can save me, So that I don't die, I am bloody now, It's in my eyes, I can't see, But I still can hear the cries, My Dad leaves, for a moment or two, When he comes back, I hear a boom, I wipe my eyes, And then I see, My father has shot himself, To my belief, I can't stand up, For I am to weary, I look at my father, And I loved him dearly, Even though I said I didn't, Even though I said I wanted to go, Even though he beated me, I still would never show, I am alone now, I don't know what to do, For my father and my mother, I really did love you. By: Kayla [comments] => 2 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Elven_Goddess [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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