Author: Alan


Why did you beat me?,
everyday i suffered this,
for ten years you didnt miss,
even when i did plea.

Everyday i wanted to die,
when you used to come home drunk,
you turned into a punk,
even to this day i don't know why.

Now i'm older you hit me no more,
took one punch to make you see,
that i am no more scared of thee,
ten years of this now you know the score.

All i ask is why DAD why,
what did i do to you?,
as your rage it just flew,
now i don't want to die.


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Britney ( -- Sunday, April 17 2005, 03:16 am


Is thi true? If so how sad. Yeah why?..... Great job :)! ~Britney~
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