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I HATE, HATE, HATE YOU!
Contributed by
deathdrop
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Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 07:52:58 AM in AEST
Topic:
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You’re really frustrating me now!
I would punch you, but you’d proberly just knock me down.
Smack or kick me when I’m on the ground.
Bruise me, hurt me. Make me spin more around.
I won’t let you do this,
But I don’t know how to stop you.
You treat me like this…
You expect me to look after you.
You expect me to cook your food.
Be so kind to you.
Where’s your problem?
You’re screwed!
And I HATE, HATE, HATE you!!!!
Why?
You gave me sexual abuse!
I give my gob, to send you on your way.
But then you still start, later on that day.
You wait until no one’s around and then you start.
… And I fight again, but it’s turning me dark.
You live in my house!
How sick is that?
You won’t move out yet,
I’M SICK OF TAKING YOU’RE SLACK.
And I’m too young to move.
Then I’ve people trying make out I’m abused,
O.k., so maybe I am.
It’s not often,
But it’s by you!
And when you start I break inside.
I run up to my room, run away and hide.
Or I shout back at you,
Letting you know how I feel.
But then you shout back,
… And I then feel so unreal…!
Why’d you do it?
That’s all I wanna know.
Why can’t you admit it?
I’m feeling so low.
You make me feel so crazy,
What the *** wrong with you?
I hate you Richard,
I HATE, HATE, HATE YOU!
… So I have a mate round,
And you’re all kind to her.
Acting all friendly,
Some times you even flirt!
I tell you get away!
“TO GET AWAY FROM HER”,
So you laugh at me,
And I put my gob to work…
That happened yesterday,
When Lauren was round.
And no words on this earth,
Can describe the way I felt.
I hissed at you,
Called you a “FREAK”
Until the tears hit,
And started rolling down my cheeks.
I said it again, Lauren looking at me.
“STAY AWAY FROM MY FRIENDS”
“DON’T COME NEAR ME!”
Today you got up late, and then wondered round our home.
Dad was next door, but felt so alone.
You didn’t do any thing, until just now,
And when you did that Richard! My words just shouted out…
I’d just cleared the kitchen, half of being your mess.
And just sat down, feeling all stressed.
All tense.
And you walked calmly in.
And put your dirty tea cup on the side.
I clicked; you took it with no surprise.
“WHY CAN’T YOU CLEAN UP AFTER YOUR-SELF?
I’M NOT YOUR MUM!”
“Well then… DO IT, I WON’T WIPE YOUR BUM!”
So you just argued back,
And I wondered why I live at home.
I need some place to go!
‘The town’ don’t wanna know.
Because I’m BANNED!
Because I went mad.
Remember that…?
Who’d forget?
… But now I’ve nothing,
Just a roof over my head.
… A family that say they love me,
But they don’t see my pain, my red.
Infact they’re all out,
Leaving RICHARD, ME and my…
HEAD!!
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deathdrop
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2004-08-30 07:52:58]
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Re: I HATE, HATE, HATE YOU!
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by screwup on
Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 08:41:00 AM AEST
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| Wow, you poured a lot of emotion into this poem. Believe me I understand and know what it's like to be sexually abused...I understand your pain...keep fighting...because your worth it. If you wanna pm me I'm here. |
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Re: I HATE, HATE, HATE YOU!
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by BrandySwanson on
Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 09:26:18 AM AEST
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I too know and understand what it feels like to be sexually abused I was sexually abused by my own uncles and grandpa when I was a little child the memories never go away. this was very sad and emotional write and I feel your anger and your pain all so well but things can't get any worse or can they?
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Re: I HATE, HATE, HATE YOU!
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by katyqueen35 on
Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 01:37:35 PM AEST
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| To me this poem is very deep and if this is happening to you .You should seek some kind of help.I don't know what country your in but if your living in america theres places you can go that could help you.PM me if you need to talk. take care kiddo |
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