Poems are so sadistic,.
I sit here,
mulling over th't which pains me.'.,
As you appreciate the depth of my words
And notice the symbolism
Of the fine., blue tre'e
Off i'n the distance ,.
A strong thank you ,.
Goes T'o T'he Select Few
Who read my poems, and
Frown.
Frowning because they know my pain.
And as i speak my aggravated ventilations
That sadistically wrench my step-father.', jon,'!…
Into a million cancer-less pieces
I want to hear your cackles echoing back., to me ,..
And when i cry over my long-lost father
Who could be closer than the ground., to me
But he chooses only to raise my sisters
As i die slowly and painfully in my shit-ridden hell .'/.,
I want to see your tears trickling down your cheek,'. ,
I want to feel them as they land upon the ground
My cheek receiving th't evr-slight tickle
As it feels the salt of your eyes
Accosting my skin,'. . ,
Cry with me
I want to hear your echos ,'!'’ ,'…, !',
Cry me With your tears
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