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I feel your hands upon me
Even though you're not around
Pushing me with insults
'Til I'm six feet underground

Although, my life is fragile
You don't handle me with care
You ignore my situation
And throw daggers with your stare

You slaughter my contentment
And you bleed me of my will
You feast upon my hope
As you move in for the kill

The anguish you've embedded
Has been burning me inside
My tears turn into ashes
As my life and death collide

One day, you will realize
Exactly what you've done
By pushing me away...
You pushed, to death, your youngest son.

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    • Thank You All for your heartfelt words.
      • Uptown...I look to the tags you added to this heartwrenching poem... please tell me you are just penning in your hidden feelings..and you aren't thinking of suicide....you look old enough to leave your Parents house and rules..you are what? Early 20's? Get a FULL_TIME job and move from there! YOUR BEST YEARS are yet to come! Now pull your boots up by the straps get working and get out...make a home for yourself...Enjoy your life!! And get busy writing your poetry book! Get it published and let me know...I'll buy one!! Good Luck with your future...I KNOW YOU have a BRIGHT ONE! ((Hugs))
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