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WHY ME

Contributed by desire on Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 10:14:11 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff




why cant i rest in peace through the night
why do i hear foot steps, then out goes the light
why does he bother me, why not leave me alone
i am but a child and he is grown
why does he look at me with a smile on his face
i wish i had a pencil, cos my on features i would erase
tired of being touched or brushed against, it makes me sick
out of all the people, why am i the one he picked
staying out of sight avoiding him during the day
why wont she see he's bothering me, and make him go away
night time falls and i dread going to that room
i hate it cos its filled with gloom
i wish i had a lock, to put on that door
i wish i could go away, and not come back no more
stuck here in this house of horror
and the same things starts over tomorrow









Copyright © desire ... [ 2004-06-01 22:14:11]
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Re: WHY ME (User Rating: 1 )
by morelikelyrics on Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 10:32:28 PM AEST
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*shiver* quite gloomy and dark...

yet distinctly defining of emotion...

Well done!

~Morelikelyrics


Re: WHY ME (User Rating: 1 )
by InnerBeautyQueen on Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 11:14:39 PM AEST
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that's such a strong feeling... I now it well... not by my dad but, yeah, by someone I was supposed to trust. Your poem is so real... good job...


Re: WHY ME (User Rating: 1 )
by fastpitchqt on Friday, 4th June 2004 @ 01:20:15 PM AEST
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very sad. nobody should have to go through that or feel that way. I have went through a similiar experience and really changed the way I viewed guys. Hopefully you have told someone to get help, thats not right.




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