They sing a sweet melody
Meant just for me
Filled with hate and fury
How they regret having me
Their tune so harmonic
They're singing for me
Pushing me to the edge
Wishing I were dead
Their music twisted
Wishfully thinking
Hanging a rope from
The kitchen ceiling
Their song of hatred
Just for me
Growing impatient, watching, waiting
I'm hanging, they're laughing
Singing happily
Oh a what I sight!
They jump with glee
Their daughter is dead
They sing cheerfully!
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Attempting Poetry
PoetryI love poetry, so this is MY attempt at writing eloquent words in broken lines! {{Warning: Mature content}}
