seemunky548
Well-known member
Well I worked really hard on this poem. Its supposed to be a child abuse poem. Well here it is
Sitting on the staircase waiting for my mom.
By the time this poem's over I'll be gone
My mom puts the rope around my neck.
How worse could this get?
She burns my feet,my hair gets singed.
Everytime I see her I cringe.
I go to my friends house to play.
Oh how I wish I could stay!
I go to school to learn.
When I get home I get burned.
I have the cuts and scars to prove it.
When I get home I knew I blew it.
She waits for me at the door with that evil grin on her face.
I know its time to face the unknown fate.
I should run away and die.
I think it's better if I just commit suicide.
I want a dog,I want a cat.
The only thing I get is being beaten with a bat.
My teachers always ask whats wrong with me.
I say nothing.
Oh if only they could see.
I am forced to eat off the floor.
I know I could have no more.
My mom does not let me do my homework.
I'm failing school.
She's such a jerk.
My name is Justin Bate.
My age is only eight.
I told you I'm going to die.
By the time you finished reading this I'll be gone.
Because...
I commited suicide.
Wow that took a lot of typing. Well do you like it? Please Reply.
(Oh and please do not take this poem and show it off to your friends at school and say you wrote it.)
T.J.
Sitting on the staircase waiting for my mom.
By the time this poem's over I'll be gone
My mom puts the rope around my neck.
How worse could this get?
She burns my feet,my hair gets singed.
Everytime I see her I cringe.
I go to my friends house to play.
Oh how I wish I could stay!
I go to school to learn.
When I get home I get burned.
I have the cuts and scars to prove it.
When I get home I knew I blew it.
She waits for me at the door with that evil grin on her face.
I know its time to face the unknown fate.
I should run away and die.
I think it's better if I just commit suicide.
I want a dog,I want a cat.
The only thing I get is being beaten with a bat.
My teachers always ask whats wrong with me.
I say nothing.
Oh if only they could see.
I am forced to eat off the floor.
I know I could have no more.
My mom does not let me do my homework.
I'm failing school.
She's such a jerk.
My name is Justin Bate.
My age is only eight.
I told you I'm going to die.
By the time you finished reading this I'll be gone.
Because...
I commited suicide.
Wow that took a lot of typing. Well do you like it? Please Reply.
(Oh and please do not take this poem and show it off to your friends at school and say you wrote it.)
T.J.