Tell me you love me.
Tell me I'm all that you see.
Say that my words are like a blissful creed.
Tell me you'll take care of Mommy.
Tell me those fights are meant to be funny.
Say that my scars aren't just small and puny.
Tell me black looks good on me, please?
Tell me my music doesn't make you wheeze.
Say that you don't want to take my throat and squeeze.
The fights.
The scars.
The "I'll rip out your hearts!"
The nights
I plead
for the song to take lead.
I'm not like you,
You're not like me.
We're a happy family.
You tell me I'm worthless.
You tell me I'm like my mother: a mess.
You say that no one will accept my tender caress.
You tell me music will get me no where.
You tell me my wrists aren't a matching pair.
You say that I'm always in my room: my lair.
You tell me my brother's a rat.
Well then do something about that!
Wipe your feet on my chest, like a mat.
The money.
The lies.
Your bed swarming with flies.
The tears.
The wrists.
All broken free: soon missed.
Mom never loved you.
You never loved me.
She only kept you for the money.
Not once in all my life
have you told me you loved me.
Not once in my life
has your face comforted me.
Not once in all my days
has your hand touched my face.
Until today.
The fights.
The scars.
The "I'll rip out your hearts!"
The nights
I plead
for the song to take lead.
The money.
The lies.
Your bed swarming with flies.
The tears.
The wrists.
All broken free: soon missed.
Daddy.
Dear Daddy:
it took me 13 years to realize
when you whisper to me,
in distress,
our creator cries.
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Lotuslands All Die (A Collection)
Historia CortaJust as the title says, this booklet is a collection of poems and short stories I have written and wish to publish to my devoted followers. Please comment or let me know how you felt about any of my works--it is greatly appreciated!
