mommy
mommy
please don't be mad at me
i saw you looking at my arms
you just don't understand
mommy
say something please
your look makes me scared
don't be mad at me mommy
mommy
why did you run away
and why did you say
that i wasn't your daughter anymore?
mommy
stop hitting me
and saying things that make me cry
you make me feel bad
mommy
stop crying
its me i hate
not you
mommy
you can take all away from me
accept leave me with one knife
i hate myself for making you cry
i hate myself and now i must die
please don't be mad at me
i saw you looking at my arms
you just don't understand
mommy
say something please
your look makes me scared
don't be mad at me mommy
mommy
why did you run away
and why did you say
that i wasn't your daughter anymore?
mommy
stop hitting me
and saying things that make me cry
you make me feel bad
mommy
stop crying
its me i hate
not you
mommy
you can take all away from me
accept leave me with one knife
i hate myself for making you cry
i hate myself and now i must die
Reacties op dit gedicht
| LenteBloempje: | Maandag, maart 21, 2005 17:43 |
| Dit heb ik ook meegemaakt.. Laat het zeker aan je moeder zien als dit egt gebeurt is !! Heftig maar zaliig verhaal |
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| Susanne X: | Maandag, juli 08, 2002 17:01 |
| Angstaanjagend gedicht! | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: dauwe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 juli 2002 | ||
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