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My head is spinning I cannot stay upright I can't keep my eyes open Or stand up tall. But the night has just begun, My anguish is not over yet. As i watch you bleed the wine That makes you this way. We are both broken people. Drowning in the drink, You fail to realize I am your daughter. When I cry It's not because I hate you Or want to see you cry too, I cry for the murdered little girl That you kidnapped long ago. The innocence stolen In exchange for a drink And friend. The girl standing before you is now your pal, Never your barin. The memories I have lost Because they never happened I count them in my head Like sheep before I close my eyes To remind myself When I awake I still have no mother. I have no father. No one to hold my hand When my best friend died When I contemplated suicide When I was being bullied When I was in pain When I was afraid And when I had self doubts. Where were you? I called for you all in the mist But you never answered. And now that I am grown I can't help but feel stunted. As I try to hold on to the patchy little pieces Of my fragmented childhood. And now as you lay defeated With your hand stretched out to mine I wish to turn away And ignore your plea Just like you ignored mine. But I am too kind. I pick you up once more Hoping Maybe This time Might Be different. But it never is. It's always the same. When the time comes for me I am left disappointed And abandoned. I'll call for you whence more Yet I know you will not answer Until you need me again To use up For yourself.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
The parental child
My head is spinning I cannot stay upright I can't keep my eyes open Or stand up tall. But the night has just begun, My anguish is not over yet. As i watch you bleed the wine That makes you this way. We are both broken people. Drowning in the drink, You fail to realize I am your daughter. When I cry It's not because I hate you Or want to see you cry too, I cry for the murdered little girl That you kidnapped long ago. The innocence stolen In exchange for a drink And friend. The girl standing before you is now your pal, Never your barin. The memories I have lost Because they never happened I count them in my head Like sheep before I close my eyes To remind myself When I awake I still have no mother. I have no father. No one to hold my hand When my best friend died When I contemplated suicide When I was being bullied When I was in pain When I was afraid And when I had self doubts. Where were you? I called for you all in the mist But you never answered. And now that I am grown I can't help but feel stunted. As I try to hold on to the patchy little pieces Of my fragmented childhood. And now as you lay defeated With your hand stretched out to mine I wish to turn away And ignore your plea Just like you ignored mine. But I am too kind. I pick you up once more Hoping Maybe This time Might Be different. But it never is. It's always the same. When the time comes for me I am left disappointed And abandoned. I'll call for you whence more Yet I know you will not answer Until you need me again To use up For yourself.
Wylder
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28/Canada
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
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