sayedda-f-g - Hello Poetry

When I start writing I feel like It'll never end sobbing my way through it all the way, until the end

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC

When I start writing I feel like It'll never end sobbing my way through it all the way, until the end

I watch her as she cries and as she sinks to the floor she sobs herself to sleep reminds me, shes so much like me of course she is, she is my mother But mother's love, and care and don't abuse their daughters i wonder why she does why she does just that because she knows i hate the pain inflicted on my calve We are so much alike i just noticed that both childhoods ruined by eachother when she was seventeen she had me now Im 13 pain crashing through my body

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC

We are so much alike

I watch her as she cries and as she sinks to the floor she sobs herself to sleep reminds me, shes so much like me of course she is, she is my mother But mother's love, and care and don't abuse their daughters i wonder why she does why she does just that because she knows i hate the pain inflicted on my calve We are so much alike i just noticed that both childhoods ruined by eachother when she was seventeen she had me now Im 13 pain crashing through my body

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We’re separated, treated like toys. We’re confisticated, they think they’re one of the higher boys. To be so stereotypical, is nothing to be proud about. To be so hypocritical, is something you shouldn’t carry out. We cry for justice, in need of help. We can't ride on busses. all we do now is yelp. We can’t drink water at just any fountain they think they’re higher than the tallest mountain. We can’t eat food at just any counter but they don’t realise they’re just regular old towners. We’re like people who by law, are supposed to feel left out. So many mistakes and flaws, need to be fixed, no doubt.

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC

My Rights (Womens)

We’re separated, treated like toys. We’re confisticated, they think they’re one of the higher boys. To be so stereotypical, is nothing to be proud about. To be so hypocritical, is something you shouldn’t carry out. We cry for justice, in need of help. We can't ride on busses. all we do now is yelp. We can’t drink water at just any fountain they think they’re higher than the tallest mountain. We can’t eat food at just any counter but they don’t realise they’re just regular old towners. We’re like people who by law, are supposed to feel left out. So many mistakes and flaws, need to be fixed, no doubt.

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They're judgemental They assume to much misunderstanding my actions They dont know what ive lived through dont know what ive done dont realise im in pain assuming they know everything bout me assuming they know why i cry assuming that lifes good they know nothin bout me judging me by my actions thinking they know why i do what i do when u called me a terrorist my cousin died of a terrorist act that day But you didnt know that Cuz u know nothin bout me When I wanted to die You said that i was crazy When I ran away

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Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC

You Know Nothin Bout Nobody, U Know Nothin Bout Me

They're judgemental They assume to much misunderstanding my actions They dont know what ive lived through dont know what ive done dont realise im in pain assuming they know everything bout me assuming they know why i cry assuming that lifes good they know nothin bout me judging me by my actions thinking they know why i do what i do when u called me a terrorist my cousin died of a terrorist act that day But you didnt know that Cuz u know nothin bout me When I wanted to die You said that i was crazy When I ran away

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One chilly autumn night, her mother struck her with a knife. Tears pouring down her face, blood gushing with all its strength.

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Mar 15, 2014

Mar 15, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC

Stabbed

One chilly autumn night, her mother struck her with a knife. Tears pouring down her face, blood gushing with all its strength.

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When she was born Her mother wished the world, had collapsed that day. AS she grew up Her mother would hit her Swearing she would **** her, one of these days She fought the anger lived the pain listened to all the sadness She was neglected like an abused dog She was hurt with a black hole in her heart She felt unimportant so she couldn’t live She tried so hard as hard as she could go But she couldn’t do it, couldn’t take it and still can’t live the pain anymore So she tried with a knife with a rope She tried so hard to die Get it over with She would say Your not needed anyway Until Her mother was pregnat A baby in her womb, a girl Maybe people did need her But she was still strong A surviver fighting anything that came her way A warrior going through all that pain Her sister was born Grandpaents in America Friends by her side LIfe was good Until One chilly autumn night Her mother struck her with a knife Blood gushing with all its streinghth Tears pouring down her face The world truly ended that day To her All the love Gone All the hope **** Replaced with crying over sleep Depression over sleep Permanet scars for life Her childhood takin away that day Her happiness erased LOve was expired And as she sits here writing this today, (3/6/14) a mix of emotions fill her up crying Cause’ everythings changed Shes expired NO use for anybody anymore not wanting to believe it but knowing its true they make it clear nowadays screaming hitting throwing things at her teasing her never ending hate its all stupid the way she thinks of it People cry when they listen to her story hug her kiss her tell her they care tell her they love her she wants to believe it’but its not true

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Mar 15, 2014

Mar 15, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC

My Mother's Abusive Behavior Towards Her

When she was born Her mother wished the world, had collapsed that day. AS she grew up Her mother would hit her Swearing she would **** her, one of these days She fought the anger lived the pain listened to all the sadness She was neglected like an abused dog She was hurt with a black hole in her heart She felt unimportant so she couldn’t live She tried so hard as hard as she could go But she couldn’t do it, couldn’t take it and still can’t live the pain anymore So she tried with a knife with a rope She tried so hard to die Get it over with She would say Your not needed anyway Until Her mother was pregnat A baby in her womb, a girl Maybe people did need her But she was still strong A surviver fighting anything that came her way A warrior going through all that pain Her sister was born Grandpaents in America Friends by her side LIfe was good Until One chilly autumn night Her mother struck her with a knife Blood gushing with all its streinghth Tears pouring down her face The world truly ended that day To her All the love Gone All the hope **** Replaced with crying over sleep Depression over sleep Permanet scars for life Her childhood takin away that day Her happiness erased LOve was expired And as she sits here writing this today, (3/6/14) a mix of emotions fill her up crying Cause’ everythings changed Shes expired NO use for anybody anymore not wanting to believe it but knowing its true they make it clear nowadays screaming hitting throwing things at her teasing her never ending hate its all stupid the way she thinks of it People cry when they listen to her story hug her kiss her tell her they care tell her they love her she wants to believe it’but its not true

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Do I even matter anymore? to anybody I’ve been peoples firsts and their last First friend first love Last person to see Last person to care about Could they care less? Nope cuz theres nothing to care about just a poor helpless girl abused depressed suicidal unwanted unimportant not needed if only they knew everything but they don;t cuz nobodys got time for that, right? sitting here writing this today staring at my fiingers typing scarred stabbed scratched these hands don’t mean anything hands of hers abused suicidal why do i care so much why me? why am i so caring?

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Mar 14, 2014

Mar 14, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC

Why Am I So Caring

Do I even matter anymore? to anybody I’ve been peoples firsts and their last First friend first love Last person to see Last person to care about Could they care less? Nope cuz theres nothing to care about just a poor helpless girl abused depressed suicidal unwanted unimportant not needed if only they knew everything but they don;t cuz nobodys got time for that, right? sitting here writing this today staring at my fiingers typing scarred stabbed scratched these hands don’t mean anything hands of hers abused suicidal why do i care so much why me? why am i so caring?

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