leanne gil Poems

What did I do that was so bad?
Apart from accusing my dad.
For hitting me so hard it hurt.
Why can’t I seem to make things work?
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Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days.
Lonely I am, in so many ways.
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I have felt down
So many times in tears.
As I sit or lay here.
My thoughts are invaded
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I’ve decided on this.
To stop my urge to overdose.
It hurts. It kills.
And I know I need to stop.
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