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Title: I am...

by Jen from Northamptonshire | in writing, poetry


I'm sorry
Because I am the reason that you cry
I'm your pain
Your suffering
I am the scrape on your knee when you were eight
I am the bullies you never dealt with
Picking on you everyday
Eating away at your mind
Killing you inside
And if that's not enough
I'm the hurt
The misery
The way your heart broke when you head the word...no
The way you watched the one that you loved die
The torturers days that you watched slip bye
The one day you always knew you would cry

Stay away...
For am aborted babies cries
The ones that never had lives
And I...
I am that one person you gave your life
And said careful don't drop it
So they threw it off a building
And like a voodoo doll you fell to
Down the never ending tunnel of agony
The place I call home

I am that one question you never understand
Sitting in class not getting a word
That phone call home
That got you grounded
And then
Again the phone
But this time worse
You see I was that phone call
That got you locked up
The one thing that couldn't be solved with sorry
That time you wanted your mummy

I'm sorry
I didn't mean to make you cry
I didn't want you to die
But it's that or living a lie
I am goodbye...

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