Name in vain
Fill me with pain,
My name is in vain.
You love me today tomorrow's not the same.
Cover me with bruises and blood
Watch as i collect dust
Love me till you hate me,
Hate me till you beat me.
Beat me till you lose me.
It's all the same,
My name always ends up in vain.
I'm adopted, my parent's would take care of me like brushing my teeth and changing my clothes. But they would never feed me. They'd take care of me one day but the next just wasn't the same. They had my sister and that was good she was taken care of then they had me it was okay they loved me but then they got tired. They started to "hate us" not care for us. Forget about us. Not feed us, and then they beat us. They did, we got taken away twice once temporarily then they lost us. My name is in vain i'll explain next poem.
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Filtered heart
RandomThis is a book filled with stuff iv made like poems short stories thing's i'v wanted to say things im scared of. each part is different from the other in some way's