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Jun 2013
.45
God ******!
For 22 years I've wondered
what the **** is wrong with me
why do i have no friends
no relationships
nobody
Then it hits me
Obviously it's all my fault
I must have done something for you to leave me before i was born
right dad?
You couldn't stand to think that this mistake you made could be someone
And something i did made you think of me as a toy
something to pleasure you while he was away,
mom?
I did things that no child should be put through
****
No wonder I'm ****** up
no wonder i can't hold a decent relationship with anyone
Please tell me
Can I just take a .45 to my skull
blow away that mush inside called a brain.
Maybe them I'll stop caring about the pain.
Cuz even a life as a vegetable
has to be better than the hell i'm in now.
Written by
Anon Y Mous
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