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Bad Names
Contributed by
babylily1399
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Wednesday, 13th May 2009 @ 07:52:50 PM in AEST
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What did I do?
To dervse this much pain,
So much sadness,
And too much bad names.
Was I a bad kid?
Why did you hate me so much?
How did I hurt you?
Did I say something bad!
I must have said something bad,
You hit me so many times,
You called me so much bad names,
You made me hate my life.
You say you were my dad,
But tel me what kind of dad call a little girl a ****?
I'm done with you,
And everything as well.
You made my life hell,
I could never be happy,
Not with your bad names in my head,
*****, whore, slut, good for nothing, not my kid, ugly.
How can I live like this?
With so many bad names in my head,
Whispering when I get happy,
Tell me how can I live with that?
Was I a bad kid?
I never went to a party,
Never drink or do drugs,
Never dated.
But yet,
You called me bad names,
Hit me like I am nothing,
Bruised my body.
Soon all of it will be over,
No more pain,
No more bruises,
No more bad names.
Your bad names lead me to death,
No happiness,
Just pain,
I just want no more bad names.
Good-bye daddy
PLEASE NOTE: This is a rough draft... It needs work. I'm just seeing what people think. :)
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Re: Bad Names
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by musicrox13 on
Wednesday, 13th May 2009 @ 08:04:24 PM AEST
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| i really like ur poem i fell that way with my stepdad i fell ur pain. |
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Re: Bad Names
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by shelby on
Wednesday, 13th May 2009 @ 10:36:51 PM AEST
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This poem is filled with so much sadness.
At times adults are also suffering their own illness, and pain and do not realise the pain they inflict upon their kids. Some do not honestly know how to love. I understand this all to well as I have lived it within my own family.
You work on making your life what you want it to be and live peaceful and happy.
Hugs you
Michelle |
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