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To Mom

Member since 2003 · Posted 21 Aug 2003 · 7 comments

I call you all day but you dont answer the phone, Why is this happening? I feel so alone. You pick up the bottle and take another drink, And a few minutes later you go puke in the sink. You're killing your body You're killing your Mind You cant handle the truth so you drink yourself blind. Throughout the years you've caused me so much pain, Somebody help me Im going insane. I Pick up the knife and walk up the stairs, why shouldn't I do this? Nobody Cares. I sit on the bed and take a deep breath, raise the knife above my head and stab myself in the chest...

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7 comments

[7] SupremeDreamer 21-Aug-03/2:17 PM Reply

... commiting suicide because your mother drinks? CMON, get the fuck over it, get up, and LIVE... bleh.. heres a 7.

[6] horus8 21-Aug-03/2:17 PM Reply

That'll be guts!

[n/a] Brittanyy 22-Aug-03/6:37 PM Reply

I only wish that you people would be a little more mature..I mean if you really understood anything you wouldnt feel the need to mock my poem but oh well I suppose..Dont leave a comment if you aren't going to vote!

[6] horus8 › Brittanyy 22-Aug-03/8:24 PM Reply

Let me get this straight. You have two votes a 6 and a 7, which in all due respect should be a 3 and a 4, but me, and my pal the 'dream' were feeling very giving at that moment and empathetic to your obvious state of current retardation. And you are calling us "mean"? Though you're the one that just went upstairs and stabbed yourself due to a lack of communication and self pity. Sweet heart, it is you that is being a bit to hard on yourself. What you've written here is not a poem it is a bloody pair of teenage cotton briefs.

[n/a] Brittanyy 22-Aug-03/8:58 PM Reply

How about you shut your fucking mouth..Did I ever use any names? No..I appreciated the votes you gave me and my comment wasnt directed towards you..Sorry but everything isnt about you so dont diss my shit. And as for lack of communication and self pity? Try getting beat up by your Mom every night and then cussed at between beatings..You dont know me or what I feel so go to hell and die..

[7] SupremeDreamer › Brittanyy 23-Aug-03/12:02 AM Reply

try it? i lived it, and maybe you should read horus's Gordian Knot.. trust me girlie, just because shit happens in life doesnt mean you should whimper and cry about it.. check out Maman: Psychic Tophet.. i didnt cry about it, i fixed it.

Do the topic justice damn it.. atleast try to improve your ability to write if your going to write in self pity.

[2] razorgrin 22-Sep-03/6:28 PM Reply

I considered being a nice person and not hassling you about your mom (I have a target for that), thereby skipping this poem. However, I read it. You owe me thirty seconds of a perfectly miserbable life. I'd just like to say I agree with Mr. Dreamer. Also, if you held the knife above your head, the angle would likely cause the blade to bounce off your rib or more likely collarbone and you'd just cut off your tit. Not saying that wouldn't be an idea. By the way, nobody does care. Except sliver, but he doesn't count. Likely just wants in your pimply panties anyway.