02-11-2011, 06:18 PM
Quote:Title: I am nothing to you.
I am your son,
I am your slave.
I do what you say;
I must obey.
I pretend to listen while you scream,
While I burn inside as you destroy my dream.
I might run off, we will never know.
But if I do, to hell I shall go.
Or maybe it's freedom?
Freedom from the hate,
the fighting,
the stress.
Freedom from the hell you put me through.
I don't love you, you're not even my friend.
You may think you are, but it's just pretend.
As I write this, I keep saying to myself,
"Why, oh why haven't I killed myself?"
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