Verbal HomicideA Poem by Michael MercadoJust Some Wishful Thinking.If GOD didn't wake me up tomorrow I'd be the happiest kid alive Because at times, it's seems like he purposely ignored my cries And it made me start to realize, maybe he didn't listen So everything I presumed real, suddenly became a fiction If he didn't care, I'd give him a reason Stainless steal across my wrist only led to endless bleeding The bleeding leads to people asking questions Scars on my arm will teach you my life lessons What could it be? Maybe it was the pressure Coming home to two parents always giving the same lecture On how you wouldn't be s**t, never amount to anything Sticks and stone may break my bones but these words can be so menacing Maybe it was the school, from all the endless teasing Bullies would think it didn't phase me since I laughed it off while we were leaving Until I got home, I took those words to heart No more space on my arms I didn't know where to start So I'll try something new, I'll just get the belt This pain couldn't amount to all this hatred that I've felt And as i tighten it up, 1 notch 2 notch Suddenly everything became black, no more time on the clock. © 2011 Michael MercadoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMichael MercadoBrunswick, GAAboutI am a Poet/Songwriter that has something to say and just wants to be heard. more..Writing
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