hello again
i need someone to talk to
i feel like a defective toy
like a truck with no wheels
or a doll with no hair
why cant i rember
what he did to me
you think that as a child i would rember
what he did to me
i cant even bring my self to say it
what he did to me
that horrible thing he did
he made me fear
he made me cry
he made me feel
like i should die
what should i do
molestation,
there i said it
thanks grandpa
see you in hell
this is a sweet and sad poetry, i guess. but i hope the story behind this poem is not what i am thinking. you poetically expressed the sad feeling in you but at the end you made it a bit confusing, and i like it that way.it is a very nice poem and i want you to keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rise above it - you know you can so do it!