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[aid] => mick
[title] => Bulemika
[time] => 2005-01-08 16:15:45
[hometext] => One of my favorites. I just blew up one day at the fact my parents never talked to me unless it was through screaming at something that i did that made the neighbors look up from there morning papers.
[bodytext] => Every cut has been a negative thought of rejection Do i blame the blame on you, or hover in this coiled toilet? I always kept my mouth shut when pointed with the finger Held my breath when my neck was caught in the ringer Every tremor is a mirror of the things you said But just go on and tell all your friends that im dead you never thought your daughter all in bloom would go and hit the big 420 in your very own room Still stood the night when she went strip club hopping And you in your home, just stay in your home. Was i the doll still dressed all in pink? You never managed to ask why there was blood in the sink Chaos was the morning after, when i came home late And daddy never gave a ***** cos i dont even care myself. Oooh...came the temper when i embedded some ink Then lied and denied every second with blinks There sat your daughter alone in her stand But you only damanged the disrespect, you only pushed away. Cut out every second of this I cut out my family in slits on my wrists Brain damaged, ***** up, and just one more sip- I left the parking lot in rages of fist. This is what i've learned from you- Violence and denial is better then the truth So i smoked and i drank, and i ***** up myself Church of Scapegoats are too sure im burdened to hell Binge and perge, but you never developed Taste on your buds to wonder what help was Chewed up, swallowed, then forced out my life Kept myself sick because you made me think it was right. This is what i've learned from you? Voilence and denial cant be better then the truth Dont give me no ***** on how you did your best You can shove curse words at me and encourage the mess You managed to point out all the downfalls My party habits, dirty thoughts, tattoo on my hip Oh sure, mommy dearest, your a great detective But what about all those times i slit my wrist? Where was your spy kit then? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 246 [topic] => 6 [informant] => LevyMetal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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