Daddy help me Im crying,
Slit my wrists daddy, save me Im dieing,
Head hung low,
No lower can I go,
Save me daddy Im Crying.
Slit my wrists Daddy, Help me daddy Im dying
Nice poem, but sad. It speaks of a confused child. Oh, children, when will they ever be safe from life's sad circumstances? You write well, keep it up. GOD BLESS.
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you taught us to remember the moment of the past.....your great my friend....God bless....a 10 +++++