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Mummy begging for it to stop
Daddy beat her til she dropped
I wanted to save her but never could
Grim tales of my childhood
Bruises, blood and shattered bones
Still, I tried to mend this broken home
Never treated her like a husband should
My tattered and torn childhood
Images burnt into my brain
Still haunt me to this very day
Very few memories were good
Taunted by the nightmares of my childhood
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Mother
Mother:
The last time that I saw you, I left with bitter words
I never knew how much the things, I said to you would hurt.
And I never wanted to see you; so I tried to shut you out
But a Mother is the one thing that I cannot live without...
I've been to the doctor's room
He tells me I will see you soon
I'm prayin' in the lobby-
Hopin' that you'll be okay...
I never knew that things would be this way...
The first memory I have, is when you used to hold my hand
You taught me how to be a man but I threw it in your face
Still you forgave me and still you believed
But I took your faith and broke it up, like golden autumn leaves...
wh
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A Child Again
I wish I could be a child again.
Where all I had to worry about
Were skinned knees
And cooties from boys.
I wish I would be a child again.
Where boys ran away from girls
And no one lied.
I wish I could be a child again.
Where parents were devoted
In every part of my life.
I wish I could be a child again.
When there was recess,
And fun and games.
I want to be a child again.
I want the child meant wonder.
I want the never ending hope.
I want loyalty.
I want simplicity.
I want to be a child again.
I want my innocence back.
I want to not have to worry.
I want grades that don't matter
I want time outs to be the worse punishme
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Childhood
I am a child again.
I am playing hide-and-go seek under
my bed covers, kissing my pillow and
singing the sweet song of asphyxiation
with a scarf tight around my neck.
I am popping pills like dime-store candy
but getting no sugar high, just a low
low
low
low
low
and chasing it all down with bitter amber.
I am playing Daddy's little girl ("Little Miss
Anorexia", now), writing angry, scrawled
notes instead of carefully drawn birthday
cards and messy pictures.
I am sitting at the table, playing the great
game of life; but my piece has toppled over,
the cardboard world upside do
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I don't have very many fond memories from when I was a child, most of it was horrifying. I still have nightmares about it so I mainly avoid sleep.
I don't have very many fond memories from when I was a child, most of it was horrifying. I still have nightmares about it so I mainly avoid sleep.
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