Beat Bloody
by brett Feb 19, 2005
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You always thought it was pretty funny, did you think i forgot dad how you used to beat me bloody, but dad how could you do that i was only six, you grabbed me and broke my bones like they were little sticks, but now i'm bigger then you are, don't think i forgot dad i still have that scar,the thoughts still grow in my head to this day,the onest hat tell me to send you on your way, i dare you dad hit me one more time, im not afraid to commit a murder crime. |
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19 years ago
by krystal
heyy i no how this feels trust me
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19 years ago
by alyssa
hey this is a good poem i like it. you said in the end thats it is not that good but as long as it comes from your heart then it cant be bad. the only time peoples poetry is bad is when they think and try to hard to write some thing they dont feel.
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19 years ago
by Ashley
i like your poems. i understand how you feel and i can relate. talk to me or somethin.
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19 years ago
by Lenee.Roca
hey i know how that goes i got a scar on my stomach and my arm from being burned when i was little
