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The broken toy
written by KaoticKitty8706:58 AM 4/3/05Im not afraid of you anymore
so its time that I step up and even the score
you yell at me all the time
well now bitch, vengeance is mine
you will face all the pain
that I have lived with everyday
you never understood exactly what I went through
but Im giving my memories to you
Im tired of living in my past
Im tired and need repast
I cant carry this burden anymore
dont you hear my tormented words?
cant you see the tears in my eyes?
why cant you hear my crys
why didnt you ever try to help me
why leave me in misery
I dont understand how you couldnt care
I cried for you but you were never there
you told me I was your pride and joy
but I was nothing more than a doll, a toy
you grew tired of me fast
tell me how long did the love last?
a day, a month, maybe a year
before you confirmed your worst fear
that I had no chance, weak and demented
I grew up powerless and tormented
I was bent to the will of everyone around
broken and thrown to the ground
you never told me I should be afraid
of the men in my life that were sick and depraved
you went through the same things I did
yet you never tried to stop the violence
is that what you wanted me to go through
so I would feel the same as you?
if thats the case your twisted and insane
to think you would treat your daughter this way
you took away my future, any life I could have had
if I were anything but sad
you forced me into an early life
you took away naivety and gave me strife
I learned guilt at the age of four
I was the bitch, I was the whore
I have always bowed down to you
I have always been sorry and unworthy too
Im done feeling this way
you will not control me another day |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dark_vampire_kiss (4-3-2005 - 08:59 AM)
| WOW i loved it very deep awsome poem! ~Krystle~ |
by Ruined_Hopes (4-3-2005 - 06:06 PM)
| surprising and great. good poem. |
by (guest) (4-5-2005 - 03:49 PM)
| Two little boys had two little toys,
each had a wooden horse...I must say Rolf Harris would be pleased.
How the hell is this anything other than crap? |
by (guest) (4-5-2005 - 03:50 PM)
| hello darling,
Mumsy here, what on earth are you talking about? I was only joking when i threw you down a well...god |
by Genocide Reaper (4-6-2005 - 05:36 AM)
| This is the best poem in the top twenty five. All of the other shit is that, SHIT! |
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