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[aid] => mick
[title] => Your Children
[time] => 2003-01-25 08:00:00
[hometext] => It's another rant. This one is aimed at parents who basically kill their kids from the moment they're born, and then turn and blame music or drugs or anything else they can't point their ***** fingers at when the kid finally kills himself. If you are a parent and you fit this description, I hate you and I hope you die slowly and painfully. Put down the beer, put down the cell phone, don't work overtime this weekend and spend some time with your child. You never know when it will be too late.
(This public service announcement was brought to you by Cancer). [bodytext] => didn't have much to live for he didn't have much hope no one there to help him he had no way to cope pills and booze helped for awhile but the apathy didn't last no future to look forward to no comfort in the past steel pressed to the roof of his mouth it could end all of his pain a little pressure from his finger no more suffering in vain daddy doesn't give a ***** mommy says "you must trust god" his heart growing cold to the world yet, no one ever saw the pain he felt, the hate that filled his mind as it decayed he tried so hard to "tough it out" but in the end, he couldn't stay steel pressed to the roof of his mouth it could end all of his pain a little pressure from his finger no more suffering in vain a couple drinks for courage and a handful of pills for luck a short note "to whom it may concern, i'm dead, who gives a *****?" the barrel in his mouth his eyes shut, spilling tears not scared that he will go to hell cuz he's been living it for years gun lying on the floor beside him his head splattered on the wall he wasn't killed by the bullet but the apathy of all with tears in their eyes, they wonder why it all happened this way and as each week passes, those sorry asses will let his memory fade they didn't listen when he cried out for help they ignored every shout attention only reached through heartless abuse and his brilliant flame burned out gun lying on the floor beside him his head splattered on the wall he wasn't killed by the bullet but the apathy of all [comments] => 5 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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