Treasure Island

Dannielle Bratt

(May 24th,1993 / Guilderland, New york)

you


You are the devil
the devil in decise
trying to ruin my life

you are a evil being
trying destroy the little hope left
trying to make me end my life

you sit on our high perch
knowing that i can't
and wont
do anything to stop you

you know that you are winning
and that you always will
becuase you are a teacher

I come to you for help
but you turn me away
you don't understand my pain
and you don't want to

i'm at the break of tears
because of the memories that i am recalling
trying to get you to help me
because i thought you would help

I hope
that when i am gone
buried 6 foot down
you will realize
you are at fault.

you didn't care
i was there
i mind as well have been invisible

Submitted: Thursday, May 28, 2009
Edited: Thursday, May 28, 2009

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