bastard kids

we are the now generation we are what you create we are the people you hate we are the kids that have a tv babysitter but you don’t care as long as we smile tell you we are happy we are the bastard children that you create we are hated by all loved by none… Continue reading bastard kids

the gun

this is the gun the gun i hold the gun i put to my head each day the gun i practice with each night the gun that’ll make everything alright the gun that i put to my head and pull the trigger the gun that’ll make the world less bitter the gun that’ll take my… Continue reading the gun

class ring

near to the door he paused to stand as he took his class ring off her hand all who were watching did not speak as a silent tear ran down his check and through his mind the memories ran of the moments they walked in the sand hand N hand but now her eyes were… Continue reading class ring

hurt me

I lay in bed each morning fearing to wake up because i know when i get up and see you i wil go through the same thing i go through every other day. I have gotten use to feeling your fist on my skin hitting me when i do the wrong thigs but how can… Continue reading hurt me

hurt me

I lay in bed each morning fearing to wake up because i know when i get up and see you i wil go through the same thing i go through every other day. I have gotten use to feeling your fist on my skin hitting me when i do the wrong thigs but how can… Continue reading hurt me

u lied too

i met you and you promised me that you would be different than all the rest. you said you would never hurt me but you did. you hurt me more than the rest you made me cry more than the rest.

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