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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dear mom and dad, you told me I was your treasure My heart quivers to ask you, why did you leave me to break under the pressure? A worthless, wretched, withered flower, that was I Nonetheless, I always did my part I dreamed of your embrace, wished for a little praise; yet your groans and snide remarks Only shattered what was left of my heart I was an dirty, filthy mattress, in desperate need of cleaning Struck with wooden bat, each night, as i'd yelp Your scoldings, your beatings, your old leather belt It hurts to say, they never really helped Dear lover, my love was true It hurt to know, love was just a game for you My heart was a mere counter on the board It would suffer turns and turns just to get to you My veins were the lonely pathways My blood still reeks of all the sorrows you've put me through You left; as i struggled to survived with all my might You left; with nothing but a shoddy rope and a rusty dagger by my side Life is a prison All doors shut tight, each moment I become less and less sane There only ever is one escape I never wished to stop living, I only wished to cease the pain Tonight, as the clock strickes midnight My foot will caress the chair, I'll count till three I died a long time ago But tonight, I'd finally be free Goodbye, beloved, father and mother Thank you for letting me die, thank you for not being aware Signing off, Yours truly, A descendent, a progeny, a lover, your worst nightmare Such effort to write, when you wouldn't even read it, would you? Pools of blood splattered on the floor, your ugly heart falling out, you couldn't watch as you disintegrate, could you? Scraping your eyes, tearing your throat while you scream silently, motionless on your bed After all, one can't really be convicted for murder when the murderer is already dead
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