August 30, 2009
By , Miami, FL
When I was there you didn’t care.
You made me seem unloved.
Pretty soon I felt lonely inside.
Started cutting, the blood dripping form my ravaged soul.
Thinking one swallow would solve everything.
Wrote my note.
All planned out.
But then I realized that, I can do better than you.
You were a bad father.
I didn’t deserve the abuse.
The power of that verbal punch.
Made me upchuck my lunch.
Sitting here writing this.
Makes it much easier to diss.
I hope you are happy now.
I am lost in a sea of depression.
The scissors are my only friend.
Many days ago.
I thought we would never end.

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