
"Every night I wonder. The thought lingers in my head. How am I the blame?" Eh. I'm not a good poet writer, so it may not be good. I wrote this for a class assignment. Basically it's about abuse could lead to suicide. Also I'm not a good summary writer.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 236 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 10-28-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2965256
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Take it Away
I don't understand
Why won't you take it away?
You've always had the chance
But you take your anger and hands
and make the pain worse.
Why won't you take it away?
You push me and torture me.
The guilt and pressure you
slap at my face.
You say I'm the blame
for mother's fate.
Why won't you take it away?
"I'm sorry Daddy"
I ask for your forgiveness.
Still, the marks and scars
prove I have yet received it.
And I still
question myself,
Why won't you take it away?
I have had enough of the torment you
put me through
everyday.
You say I'm a disappointment,
Disgrace, and a failure
of life.
You even questioned God of my existence on
this planet.
Why won't you take it away?
You never showed
me love.
All you gave was hatred,
shame, and physical pain.
Please, someone, take it away!
I would be very happy.
It would be no problem.
It would be the
biggest favor in the
world to me.
Every night I wonder.
The thought lingers
in my head.
How am I the blame?
My birth isn't a reason
for her death.
Maybe I should
see mother, ask,
and hear the truth.
This way I'll be
out of your life.
Maybe, just maybe,
I should take
it away.
Myself.
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