It’s the third time you’ve seen this,
Clearly, you have no clue
What you do just hurts me,
Broken and blue
Yelling and screaming won’t do shit,
This doesn’t help, you dumb bitch
You took my fucking doorknob,
What’s that supposed to do?
I’m tired of life, fuck this! Fuck you!
I’d think you would’ve noticed,
All this does is kill me sooner
You make up these lies,
You must like spreading rumors
You blame my friends,
Say this is their fault,
No, you're the one who makes me lash out
Lash out on my thighs,
With a silver sparkling blade
If you love me so much,
Why do you make me wish I was never made?
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2022 14:06
- Comment from author about the poem: it's the third time my mom's found out about my sh and she does the same thing every time, all it does is make me worse like get a clue
- Category: Sad
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