i was made from teenage rebellion and pedophilia
my mother laid down with my father and joined to create the eternal emptiness that would
be my skies
their frilly, mess of a daughter would grow up to hate herself
but most of all, she would hate them
her outline of a man would not come from her father,
a man who knew of her existence yet did nothing
who knew that a tiny child, made of his flesh and blood, was breathing and living
and he did nothing
he made others and built a different life,
and he would possibly never know of her suicide attempts
which left her mother to be a role model
thinking about it makes her cry
like now
as she sobs and crumbles to the dust she was meant to be,
she thinks of every thing
and melts
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sunshine.
Poetryyou are my sunshine, my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are gray you never know dear, how much i love you please don't take my sunshine away poetry.
