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Post by Streamstrider on May 7, 2009 10:23:55 GMT -6
I don't remember when I wrote this. I only know that I wrote it a long time ago and just recently found it. Comment if you'd like.
(No, it doesn't rhyme.)
Torn and broken. That’s how I feel. Torn from the inside out. Broken at all points.
How? Why? What did I do? These bruises hurt. These cuts might get infected soon. I need a doctor, But I don’t want him to get in trouble.
I don’t understand. What did I do? Do you love me? Do you hate me?
I heard you talking with Mom. You said I was a nuisance. You said I was just something That was sucking up all of your money. Children are menaces, you said.
What did I do, Daddy? What did I do? I don’t understand. I love you, Daddy. Why don’t you seem to care? What did I do wrong? I don’t understand.
Torn and broken. That’s how I feel. Torn from the inside out. Broken at all points.
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