Melissa Nyman

Rookie (13 August 1988 / Cape Town)

Dead On Arrival - Poem by Melissa Nyman

I am dead on arrival knowing I should have never been born
I am dead on arrival... lying still... sshh... as my hymen gets torn
I am dead on arrival so too was that life in me.
When I took those little poison pills & killed my baby instantly.
I am dead on arrival watching my dreams being crashed
Breaking my knuckles as I Watch these walls being smashed
I am dead on arrival picking the scabs on my fists.
I am dead on arrival enjoying my blood from my wrists.
I am dead on arrival as my dad chooses the bottle over me.
He teaches those lessons so well Why not drink the pain free?
I am dead on arrival watch me gorge this dirty food
Look at me run to the toilet to purge more than i Should.
I am dead on arrival knowing it could be so much worse.
But thoughts like those arouses my yearning for a herse.
I was placed on earth to fight for frivolous survival
And Life's a bitch so I'll wait for Death's arrival.

Comments about Dead On Arrival by Melissa Nyman

  • Rookie - 0 Points Henry Brown (2/3/2010 10:02:00 AM)

    Melissa I believe you have real talent. Man thi swork is thought provoking. It makes me feel as though I want to do something to help. Keep writing to unveil the jewels that are laying in wait to be discovered (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 563 Points Mitta Xinindlu (3/27/2008 5:43:00 AM)

    I'm totaly wordless, seriosly (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 17, 2008

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