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Not a Perfect Daughter
written by Lovely_Suicide05:31 AM 10/29/04Wanted me to be this perfect daughter,
Decreased me into thinking this was slaughter,
Shit you let me feel that shame,
Make me the person who is always to blame,
Don't you see my sinking tears?,
The pain thats spread over years?,
I can never be perfect,
So i'll always be treat with disrepect,
It's OK,
For why the world is all grey,
Expect to be higher standards than i can,
Didn't turn out according to your plan,
It's OK,
Im just your ashtray,
It's OK,
Im just another person to feel you with dismay,
Let's go around pretending that this dosnt bother you,
Even though this is untrue,
Go home and shame me,
Let's turn on the tv see what we'll see,
Your perfect daughter everything you wanted and wished for,
It never came threw that door,
It's alright,
Cuz i'll soon fade into night. |
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i hate people always wanting me to be 'perfect'
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (anonymous) (11-3-2004 - 01:01 AM)
| Ok... Some thoughts.
To begin with, there are no perfect daughters. Nice try. But no.
Secondly, IF you want to be a perfect daughter stop writing trite crap like this. The only perfect daughters were the DuPont daughters. I say they were perfect because they had sex with their father and cousins to keep family money within their own blood line. So... Unless you are willing to have sex with your family, you won't be perfect. Ironically, if you do have sex with your family, than you still won't be perfect. Only more more fucked up than before because you fucked your dad and your uncle at the same time. I don't think you could live with yourself knowing that you slept with men in your family, and you'll probably end up killing yourself.
Thirdly, a good way to commit suicide is to get fucking drunk than walk out in front of a train. It's painless, I swear to God. Additionally when you get to heaven and try to write shitty poety again you can relate your "death by train" and how it "never ended your pain!"
See, anyone can write this shit. Train, Pain, Rain, blood stain, on the plains of Spain. YOU FUCKING MORON!
Lastly I think perhaps you should end your life. But throw yourself out of a building instead, that way you can make the news or something and everyone can take note of your pathetic attempt at poetic justice with your strike at your family through death.
In conclusion, thanks for allowing me the opportunity to rip you a new ass and hopefully change you before it's too late.
PS. If you lost like 30 lbs, did something cute with your hair, and bought something with a reddish color in it, which would contrast your brown hair nicely, than you'd be the most amazingly beautiful person in the world. REMEMBER I know who you are. I've always known you and I always will. you stupid fucked up whining fucking maggot. |
by fallen_rose (11-15-2004 - 10:35 PM)
| ignore the last comment. it was anonymous becaus ewhoever wrote it was afraid to get bashed. it was a very good poem, and the person who commented doesn't know anything. they're just jealous becaus ethey can't write poems as good as you. |
by (anonymous) (1-7-2005 - 02:09 AM)
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