ME! YES! MYSELF….
He told me to write for me,
He knows it’s impossible for me,
Me a dam maverick girl always fought,
Just for my mammas sought.
I didn’t played with dolls,
I always used to kept in bawls,
Thinking of always to sleep on mamma’s bed,
She threw me out to cover her ends,
Was even able to understand;
That she actually hates me,
I always wondered to know,
How she cry for me,
But as a wondered, cant be a truth,
My dreams also don’t have any hook.
This is what with my mentality grows up,
In seeking of mamma’s hug,
Today, I know she’s full of grievances,
I know she’ll not give me chances,
My cares didn’t depended on her,
Nor in childhood, or today either.
My head is now full of having tension,
But still I am away with my mamma’s attention.
I found myself very alone when she left me,
In that depression.
I stopped having my careful things,
I stopped thinking about my being.
I never saw myself in been,
That time I was 9,
Today nineteen.
Yes I lost myself in between,
Wanted to be a daughter not queen.
Yes I lost my everything with her,
Left with me is only tears.
Yes I cant care of myself,
With these drastic scenes I cant help.
Today found myself abused,
Coz she left me be, for here to confuse.
But in little time, I found some another,
Not mumma but yes my mother.
Care too much to make me stronger,
I cant care myself , I told him further,
I think I bother him always,
Coz, he teach me and I doesn’t stays.
Foolish me!
Where I and where’s he,
Look for me, where I stands,
Took steps for where I splash,
Know me well to understand my breath,
Pamper me his underneath .
I have my soul in him,
There’s nothing else that I can trim.
He don’t let my eyes to cry,
He cares like a newborn whenever I shy.
I hate myself to being.
Coz’ I cant do the same for him
I frighten of loosing my mumma again,
Thn there will no one to whom I can claim.
So I’ll end up with finishing myself!
Yes ! and from than
I’ll never ask god,
For my mamma again.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
ME! YES! MYSELF….
He told me to write for me,
He knows it’s impossible for me,
Me a dam maverick girl always fought,
Just for my mammas sought.
I didn’t played with dolls,
I always used to kept in bawls,
Thinking of always to sleep on mamma’s bed,
She threw me out to cover her ends,
Was even able to understand;
That she actually hates me,
I always wondered to know,
How she cry for me,
But as a wondered, cant be a truth,
My dreams also don’t have any hook.
This is what with my mentality grows up,
In seeking of mamma’s hug,
Today, I know she’s full of grievances,
I know she’ll not give me chances,
My cares didn’t depended on her,
Nor in childhood, or today either.
My head is now full of having tension,
But still I am away with my mamma’s attention.
I found myself very alone when she left me,
In that depression.
I stopped having my careful things,
I stopped thinking about my being.
I never saw myself in been,
That time I was 9,
Today nineteen.
Yes I lost myself in between,
Wanted to be a daughter not queen.
Yes I lost my everything with her,
Left with me is only tears.
Yes I cant care of myself,
With these drastic scenes I cant help.
Today found myself abused,
Coz she left me be, for here to confuse.
But in little time, I found some another,
Not mumma but yes my mother.
Care too much to make me stronger,
I cant care myself , I told him further,
I think I bother him always,
Coz, he teach me and I doesn’t stays.
Foolish me!
Where I and where’s he,
Look for me, where I stands,
Took steps for where I splash,
Know me well to understand my breath,
Pamper me his underneath .
I have my soul in him,
There’s nothing else that I can trim.
He don’t let my eyes to cry,
He cares like a newborn whenever I shy.
I hate myself to being.
Coz’ I cant do the same for him
I frighten of loosing my mumma again,
Thn there will no one to whom I can claim.
So I’ll end up with finishing myself!
Yes ! and from than
I’ll never ask god,
For my mamma again.
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