Mother, you make me suffer

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By Alex Luck •

For all those times i have cut my wrist For all those times i have cried You ask me how i could have done this to you How selfish i could be inside For all those times i have fallen down For all those times i have been broken You ask me if i hate you You wonder why i don't lie For all those times I've though of suicide For all my akes and sorrows You wonder why i blame you You wonder why i want to die HERE LET ME TELL YOU WHY You blame me for your problems You blame me for your mistakes You wont stop blaming me till the day you die You selfish bitch i hope you rott in hell Then maybe you'll see all the wrong you've done in my life

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September 1, 2005 17:37a rose by any otha name

I have a poem about my mom too, they can cause the most pain of any body you will ever come to love

October 26, 2005 23:16~*PuRely*DeVine*~

i feel sorrow for this poem...because i understand the feelings...i juss want to tell you there are always better days and one persons actions can not influence you unless you let them...out parents are our most significant influences...we choose whether to be like them or break the chain of unhappiness...my advice to you is to be better than you were treated, spending your life in bitterness will get you no where...