Treasure Island

Rebecca Paul

(September,10 1994 / Pennsylvania, USA)

I Needed You


I needed you.
You weren’t there.
My mother who
Just didn’t care.
I lied for you.
I took the fall.
It was all for you.
I lost it all.
I thought you said
You always would
Love me like
No one else could.
Then something happened
That you didn’t expect.
Threw off your plans.
You lost my respect.
So here’s my present
For my lonely mother’s day.
I hope that you like it.
Hope you hear what I say.
I needed you.
You weren’t there.
My mother who
Just didn’t care.

Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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  • Amanda Austin (4/18/2010 3:58:00 PM)

    Your mom wasn't worthy of being your mom. You deserved better than that anyway. Im sorry. (Report) Reply

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