i sit there by my window
and watch the raindrops crash onto the windowpane
makes me think of my past
so dark and grey
i wish to forget
but it just stays there
in the back of my mind
watching my drunken father beat my mother
then feel the pain of his blows myself
as his fist conect with my face
so here i sit next to this window
and think to myself
why live this life of pain an suffer
and i ask myself.
is DEATH the only way.
this is a copy writted poem. so if you steal this it will be plagerism
 the internal darkness · Mon Nov 03, 2008 @ 12:01am · 2 Comments |
