This is because of you
you push her around
you pull her hair
making her sink
in a world of despair
you call her countless names
and think of it fun
now all your mates join in
sympathy? you have none
your cruel twisted minds
watched her as she cried
you leave her on the ground;
broken, bruised, wanting to die
everyday you come
and make her life a hell
all you do is laugh
as you watch her scream and yell
she waits until you come
so you can see her death
as she jumps from a window
right above your head
a piece of paper comes floating down
it lands softly by your shoe
you pick it up with shaking hands
all she wrote was: this is because of you...
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Blank Pages
PoetryThis is my life. I’m an author and a poet. I love blank pages. I destroy their blankness. Yeah, yeah, we always kill the thing we love. Nonsense. It’s not like that. This book is a long riff. It wanders in and out of poetry, puns self-indulgently, s...