A Poem by crow

Forgotten memories, they creep back just to rip me apart, (why can't I just throw it all away)? Screwed up and volnerable, reduce me to who I am, to what I deserve. I don't want to here this anymore, this can't be truth. A life created by rape and hate. Im a number that is much lower than you. Im so fucked up so why can't I just throw it all away? There life is so sugar coated consumed with love and tenderness. It makes me sick. Don't lision to them, they have no clue. Please let me throw it away. Inside am dying.

© 2009 crow

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Well done, but you are not trash, and I know how it must feel. I know I am at a young age, and I am yonger than you, but I have felt that. Need to learn a bit on spelling, but that is pretty much it. [:

Posted 11 Years Ago

You really can't spell XD but it's good and you aren't trash.... you should know I hate it when you say stuff like that.....

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on April 15, 2009



boone, IA

Well for starters I write poetery. I didn't grow up really reading poetry so I was influenced by bands like slipknot,cradle of filth, cannible corpse, korn, icp, type o negitive, sublime, and ect. I a.. more..

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