My Life Or Yours?

My Life Or Yours?

A Poem by Cysmin
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Took 2 weeks. Wrought mostly after fights.

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When you are five you do believe life is beautiful
Your hidden from knowledge, from judgment and ridicule
You watch your parents as they laugh and kiss
Those times are the times that youll always miss
Months go by while the stress starts to rise
And you cant rationalize what you see with your eyes
What is going on? You cry but dont understand
Why is your mother in the kitchen with a frying pan
Aiming at your dad as he's mad he grabs a knife
And your mother falls to the ground praying for her life
But its in your dads hands now
The Knife that is, now he decides whether to slaughter the cow
You cant take the tension in your mind, you slowly go blind
At age five you passed out for the first time
Skip ahead a few years, your parents are getting divorced
Theres screaming from both hallways echoing through the court
Soon there done in the court and your father won
Your mom is enraged , your dad grabs your arm and runs
Your mother grabs your leg as its almost through the door
It swings shut on your face and dad calls mom a w***e
Your seven year old face looks like you just bit on a curb
Your bleeding from your nose and mouth,and you talk in bloody words
Your mother kicks your father's shin and shoves you in the van
Your mother hits the gas and runs over a garbage can
A familiar pain pulsates throughout your brain
Something you cant explain then you eyes start to strain
Soon you learn that kidnapping's a crime
At age seven you passed out the second time
Now you are eleven and you have your first crush
Your heart beats fast and slow as your blood starts to rush
You plot for weeks on the right way to ask
She barely notices you, Are you wearing a mask?
But you dont care and you follow your heart
Shes leaving for the bus down the hall you dart
You scream "Savannah!" and she turns around
You open your mouth but dont make a sound
You finally ask for her undivided love
She blushes and says yes you feel like a dove
To bad there is a redneck thats hunting for birds
A week goes by and she utters the words
"I like someone else we are breaking up"
You run home and mix peroxide and coke in a cup
You chug it and feel a pain in your chest
Then your mom walks in you grab the bottle and down the rest
You choke and vomit on the rug and your mom breaks your nose 
You run up stairs and hang yourself with your close
Nobody cares but the ceiling fan snaps
You land on your head and grab the saran wrap
3 layers on your face you vomit and breathe 
It goes up you noes and you start to dry heave 
No air to choke though and something explodes
You have an aneurysm and your brain implodes
You bleed from your nose, you can feel it inside
At age eleven you passed out for the last time
Your fourteen now just out of the loony bin
Your mother decides to go for a spin
She drags you to the back off a country corn field
She shouts "I care about your feeling now how does this feel?"
She hits you over the head with an empty bourbon bottle
And beats you down until you cant wattle
But youve bled before and youve delt with the pain
She cant f**k with you anymore your already insane
Blood rushes from your nose,ears and mouth
You smile at the devil 





 

© 2011 Cysmin


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Added on December 9, 2010
Last Updated on January 14, 2011

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Cysmin
Cysmin

Camp Hill, PA



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