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Forgotten soul 
You are to blame for every cut I have on my wrist,
For every word that came out of your mouth.
For everything you've done to me
I lose a piece of myself,
The piece of me that still have hope,
Is fading.
Now I'm sitting in class writing this poem,
But now I'm on the computer typing it,
Tell everybody how I feel.
You keep bring up what happened to my mother and father,
I HATE YOU,
YOU DAMN BITCH!!!!
NEVER SPEAK ABOUT MY PARENTS LIKE THAT
WITH YOUR MOUTH!!!!
At least my parents saved me and loved me,
unlike yours,
your parents tried to sell you for drugs.
I'm the one that pitys you,
Not the other way around,
I may have lost my parents
But I'll still love them.
I will honor my parent's death,
I'm visting them every chance I get
I bring flowers to their graves,
I miss them so much I almost killed myself.
But I haven't and never will I try to kill myself again,
I'm losing alittle bit of myself because of this
But I'm still alive and I'm here to stay,
I'll die of old age
To see my childern grow and my grand childern too.
(sorry about verse 4 but she pissed me off)
