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Have You Ever?

Have you ever lived my life? Or even felt my pain? Have you ever thought it was just a Nightmare that might just never end? Have you ever seen your mother being sprayed by police? Snatching your brother from her arms? Have you ever tried to explain why these things happen? To not only but yourself, But also to your sister and brother? Have you ever wondered why, you were locked in a room? Made the enemy because they can’t trust you? Have you ever felt such intense pain that you thought you might die? Have you ever wondered why your father had to lie and blame things on others that he simply could not hide? Has your mother ever told you ‘I HATE YOU!’ because of all the horrid things that were going on? Have you ever had to hide your face so no one would see your tears? Have you ever lyed in bed awake crying blood stained tears? Do you think of cutting your arms? Just to release the pain. Do you think I care about what you say? When I know things will never be the same. Have you ever tried to take your life? Thinking there’s no other way out? Have you ever even wondered What the cold hands of death might feel like? Have you sat behind a window? Watching as the world goes by. Wondering if you’ll ever come back to such a terrible place? Have you ever wished that the memories would just leave or start to fade? But, every time you look at your arms The memories come flooding back. Have you ever wondered if there’s a person out somewhere That feels the way you do? If not, Then why do judge me as you do? End

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 11/30/2009 8:10:00 AM
Nobody shall judge you,you passed through so much,and my heart goes out to you,im so sorry is all i can manage and if everyone leaves you alone God never will,i need tishoos now..you brought a tear in my eyes,wishing this pain is not real--your friend Charma
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