I was born,
Nothing but a helpless child
You, as my mother,
Must teach me not to go wild
I’m 15 months old
As a mother of mine,
You must teach me to
Out shine
But what do you do?
Hurt me; fill my ears with your lies
Burn my fingertips,
Pour bleach into my eyes.
You pour as much
Until you can damage my life
Go on then, if you want to kill me
Stab my heart with a knife
Because if this world you’ve shown me
Is where I will live
I prefer to die
So kill me now, please
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99 Poems
Poetrya compilation of poems that i've written. it may be about love, hate, regret or any other feelings you can feel in a lifetime. these poems are poems written by a non-proffessional poet so feel free to comment/fan/vote or critique my works. and just...
