All I've asked of you
Is to oil up
My creaking back
But you snapped
You threw the drill at my heart
And I hurt even more now
For just asking for a little help.
You told me to always ask you for help
But then...
You always reject me-
I'll hope you'll be happy
To have a bruised daughter
Because of your flailing arms
To have a broken daughter
Because of your screams
To have no daughter at all
You killed me.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
