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poetry is a free write
my expression that i give her
but no matter how strong it doesn't deliver
I guess when i started writting
I was looking for apporval
but it never happened
maybe you'd be proud
and me not get hurt to today
but honestly I knew i'd never go that way
but then others listened
and they read my story
no longer did i even care for the glory
for if it stops men like you
I would do anithing I could do
I cry every time I write
knowing that I could never put up a fight
nor could I save my self
but then again when did i ever ask for help
when I cut myself
or drugged myself
tried to hang myself
or when to think all else
has failed me
and I begged to die
father did you even question why?
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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