My mother and I got into a deep argument earlier today and she said something about my father and I that really hurt me. I cried as I wrote this poem.
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It's cold here...
I don't know where I am...
But there's white ice everywhere
"F*** that wench and her father..."
I can hear the voice in my head
saying over and over.
I don't know why though
Something may've happened?
"Life is but a dream" they say,
But it all feels too real.
What did I ever do to you?
I only did to you what you did to me...
Is that so wrong?
How does the saying go?
What you do to others comes back around?
(Something like that.
I can feel my eyes water
as I am writing right this second.)
I feel breath on my face
burning my eyes...
(Is she speaking to me?)
It seems as if she's yelling at me.
But I can't hear her...
Only the voice in my head.
It's saying something different now. (for a change)
It's hard to make out.
"You could care less if I died today or tomorrow..."
I think that's what it's saying?
The woman in front of me starts to hit me
But for some reason, I can't feel it.
(Strange...oh, so very strange)
She stops.
Is it over?
She slams the door shut.
I think it is?
I can hear something else now.
Crying I believe?
Did I do something wrong?
I begin to cry.
I shut my eyes....
No more voices, no more crying.
Shut up already! (Everything is quiet now)
I wake up in a new place.
Or...it's not new at all?
(I'm cold again...
the voice is back...)
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i like to talk about my depression and things of the sort. I hate life, and i need sumthin like this so i can talk to some type of thing. I 'm just blathering, i don't even know wut i'm talkin about...^ - ^()
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