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A mother crys,
Her baby dies,
She lost her home,
She lost her car,
She broke her heart,
Her dreams are dead,
Her life long since gone.

He comes home, so late at night
Drunk as hell,
He screams and yells at Her,
He hits and kicks Her,
He cuts and rapes He,
He doesn't give a shit for her,
But I do.
He's a goddamn bastard,
It's true.

She stares at the scars on her wrist,
Thinking of the life she once had,
She used to be so beautiful,
She used to be so young,
When did she get so old?
She used to be so free,
Dancing the night away,
Till one day,
He came,
And took it all away.
He charmed Her,
He made Her laugh,
She thought he loved her,
She knew she loved him,
But she was son young,
She had no idea,
Who was waiting around the bend,
Now he's a god damn bastard,
It's true,

He doesn't care about her,
But I do.
He doesn't love her,
But I do.
It's true.


If  I could go back,
I'd tell you,
Don't let him touch you,
Don't let him get near you.

I wish I could go back,
And give you some wings,
So maybe one day,
You could have flown far away.

God, I wish I could have saved you,
But, you're six feet under,
so instead...
I'll join you.

I Remember The Day, I Hate.

I remember the day,
The day I watched the needle punch His vein,
As I had another line of cocaine.
My body numb as He cried out.
My reaction slow as His body smacked the ground.
I was too slow,
To come around.
As his body began to shake,
And as I realized what was happening,
My body began to quake.
I hoped it was all a fake,
But then the blood began to run,
And I knew he was about to die.
I bent down and grabbed him,
I held him,
I shouted and I yelled,
I prayed he would stop,
And then...
My answer came,
His music ceased,
His song, came to an end.
And for what felt like forever,
I sat,
I stared,
I cried,
I clenched my fists,
I clutched the desk,
I smashed my head,
Slamming it over and over again,
The blood gushed out,
My vision blurry,
Wanting to join Him,
Wanting to go back,
And stop it all,
I cried,
And I cried,
As the blood flowed
The carpet stained red,
Our blood began to mix,
His life over,
Taking something from mine,
I will never get back...

Dear Friends,

My name is Holden,
we haven't met,
but i think of you as a friend,
thank you for reading,
please,
don't judge me,
don't think of me,
don't try to feel for me,
or for what is going on in my life,
DON'T tell me sorry,
when you have nothing to do with it.
my name is Holden,
I want to be an author,
I want to be a poet,
I want to go to europe and write
and when that doesn't work out,
maybe
I'll be a high school english teacher.

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Just A poem,
From some,
wanna be poet,
who will never amount to anything.

It's not that I wanna die
It's just that I dont wanna live
Cuz I'm so scared of livin
And I'm even more scared of dying
But I will still put a slash on both of these god damn wrists
And I'll cut my thighs just hopin to die
And I'll let the tears pour from my eyes
As I slip under this water
And put this gun in my mouth
And take all these pills, and all this alcohol
Just hopin for the good old sleep.

I'm sick of livin
I'm sick of breathin
I don't wanna be dragged through another day
Don't wanna survive another night
Don't wanna wake up another morning and know, that I feel all alone

See, I hate the night time
Cuz It's just the end of another day I've lived through
And I hate the morning
Cuz it's just another start of another day
And another reminder of another night
And another morning

But I love sleep.
Cuz it's the sister of death

So Lord, take my life
Or I'll take it myself
And you know I will
Cuz I've already tried too many god damn times
And one day it'll work
But.. I'm not sure if I want it to...
So lord, please take it first....

death comes upon us.

Death comes to everyone, but sometimes, not quick enough.
My story. here it is, for everyone.
This blog is public, my letters are not.