Me Against You (emotional)

Me Against You (emotional)

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You said I walked like jelly, We laughed and watched more telly. You said you'll stop drinking and become sober, Yet here you are with another hangover. Yeah, I missed you I gotta admit. But we have to move on so you gotta permit. You never felt guilty, Even though what you did was so filthy. You said you loved me, But now you're with her, really? I'm glad mum saw that, I couldn't stand you and I still can't. Now go off with her and never come back. You never called. You left us. Your family. Your only family. - This was hard putting it out for all to see. It's for my dad. This is really emotional so don't comment or pm me shit that'll make me bawl out my eyes since they're already red and I think it'll stay like that for months. ~from a hurt Hammy This book will only be ten chapters since I only wrote ten poems that really express what I feel. So enjoy. If you loved it, then vote and comment if I deserve it. I will give dedications to those who ask.
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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