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It Is Better...

Self destruction is taught

From age 9

Father leaves home, holding yet another suitcase

You hold his arms and legs, you beg him to stay

But staying is as bad as leaving he says, and he leaves.

 

From age 15 you learn of attention

The feeling of being noticed, of being wanted

Unlike ever before

A man looks at you

No matter the age, you want that man to love you

To need you

You want to stay with him

But staying is as bad as leaving he says, as he pushes you out of his bed.

 

From 16 you learn of your Mother

Men come and go

You become attached to this father figure, loving you

Unlike your own

They stalk, they prowl, they become animals

Looking at you like meat

Loving you in other ways

Loving your mother for who she introduced them to, and as

You ask them to leave,

But staying is better than leaving they say, as they close the door to your mothers room.

 

From 17 you learn of Death

It is close and true

It is real and something guaranteed,

You realize this as you're slicing your skin

You write the note as the blood drips

Because leaving is as bad as staying you say, as you swallow the pills

Because being dead is better than being treated like you should be.

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cassierose
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Dec 3, 2012
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