dd mac mac


Donna - Poem by dd mac mac

Sat here in my bedroom, material possessions they are all around, my parents were good at buying me off
Not with love, shit that money bought, I had 15years of shit, form birth till now
I would trade it all in, for one hug that hug never came

I am 15 Donna
I never asked for this life, never knew my best friend would be a knife
Soft pale skin, blade cuts deep within, all over a map of pain, body
Scars read like a book of shame, shame for not being who I am, a loveless
Teen that just wants a hand,

Just want some forgiving; I’m not sure what for, being ungrateful maybe
A bitch with an itch to scratch

Any way I take the pills, cut the wrists, watch the blood spill
Put on some record, I think means something
Lie on my bed and die, shit didn’t even cry

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i sometimes write as a 15 yr old teenager, from when i was 15, if that makes sence

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013


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