"Is this what you call a family?"
Bands playing the songs of my heart
I'm torn to pieces by your hate
Why don't you trust me?
What did I do?
I'm good, I swear
At least I try
But you could care less
You hate me
You hate me
Why do you hate me?
What did I do?
Is it me?
My face?
My attitude?
My personality?
Are you more sick of me than I thought?
Throw me away, tear me to pieces
I could care less now
I'm nothing
I'm broken
I'm screwed
I hate myself, because of you
I want to run away
This is not what I'd call a family
Someone please, for the love of God, save me
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Dark Daydreams
PoetryThese are poems from the darkest areas of my mind. If they disturb you I'm sorry. It's better me let them out then hold them in. If you hold something in too long it begins to control you. So I'm letting it out. Completed from my feeling a lot bette...
