Freestyle'd poem? ; what i don't understand
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 3:11 pm
damn it's like, what i don't understand.
How can my family expect me to be positive when theres all this negativity.
I can't stand this life, can I be a man?
Maybe it's just because all of my life I never really had no one that was there for me.
Can I make it? Constantly arguing and fighting.
I can't take this, it's ashame when i sleep with a knife and.
Damn.... damn......damn
What I don't understand maybe you can understand it for me.
I've been on my own mostly all my life even before the age of fourteen.
Can you see my pain? Can you feel what I feel.
It's just ashame, how my mom almost died on pills.
She tried to kill herself when i was younger and that i just don't understand.
It's just so hard i had no one else, My father drug me under forcing me to be a man.
From alcoholics to all sorts of drugs being around my house.
I was forced to exscape at night i just had to sneak out.
I don't think you understand i was only 6 at the time.
Getting yelled and screamed at then beat by a Pine.(a stick)
Damn What I don't understand, What the fuck did i do to deserve any of these pains.
It's all built up driving me insane, When i was younger i constantly heard my name.
From being outside playing to being inside crying.
Beaten from morning all through the day no point in trying.
I wanted to die, My only friend was killed when i hit age 9.
I was stuck by myself it was like my life ran out of time.
Yanked out of tubs, out of showers,more then just verbally abused.
No kisses and hugs,no kinds of towels, I couldn't even get a pair of good shoes.
Damn it's like, What can I do?
at the age of 12 i was jumped and got beat up in my church.
Bunch of pussies couldn't fight me one on one and it get's worse.
I was the one who was kicked out, they blamed me for starting the whole thing.
Bunch of racist bastards my dad heard the whole thing when the phone rang.
My mom tried to hide it from him but she couldn't.
I can't beleive I had to deal with this bullshit.
Thats when I ran away I couldn't deal with this broken home.
I had to find a spot to stay, But i couldn't be alone.
That's when i met up wit' my first love damn she dealt with my problems too.
I wouldn't of gave up i promised her that even though what i been through.
She died a year later after we met, Her father raped and murder her some shit i cant forget.
I still see this man untill this day, man i can feel her pain, she wouldn't want revenge so i try to forgive.
At the age of 14 is when i started to talk back, i got tired of the verbal abuse.
It's a damn shame i thought by now all this shit i'd get used to it now.
When i was 15 my dad punched me in my mouth, that's when it all went loose.
After that is when I just started to act out.
Honestly I can't even finish this...it's bringing back too many memories....it's skipped around like that is because i don't remmember most my child hood.... i remmember alcohol, drugs, being beat, yelled at, and everyone fighting, shit gettin thrown around....i don't care much about the structure about the ryhming this is shit i never really told no one but 2 females know the 1 has been dead since i was like 13.....and the other one me and her just recently broke up she was my first...and i still love her....but yeah leave me some kinda feed....
How can my family expect me to be positive when theres all this negativity.
I can't stand this life, can I be a man?
Maybe it's just because all of my life I never really had no one that was there for me.
Can I make it? Constantly arguing and fighting.
I can't take this, it's ashame when i sleep with a knife and.
Damn.... damn......damn
What I don't understand maybe you can understand it for me.
I've been on my own mostly all my life even before the age of fourteen.
Can you see my pain? Can you feel what I feel.
It's just ashame, how my mom almost died on pills.
She tried to kill herself when i was younger and that i just don't understand.
It's just so hard i had no one else, My father drug me under forcing me to be a man.
From alcoholics to all sorts of drugs being around my house.
I was forced to exscape at night i just had to sneak out.
I don't think you understand i was only 6 at the time.
Getting yelled and screamed at then beat by a Pine.(a stick)
Damn What I don't understand, What the fuck did i do to deserve any of these pains.
It's all built up driving me insane, When i was younger i constantly heard my name.
From being outside playing to being inside crying.
Beaten from morning all through the day no point in trying.
I wanted to die, My only friend was killed when i hit age 9.
I was stuck by myself it was like my life ran out of time.
Yanked out of tubs, out of showers,more then just verbally abused.
No kisses and hugs,no kinds of towels, I couldn't even get a pair of good shoes.
Damn it's like, What can I do?
at the age of 12 i was jumped and got beat up in my church.
Bunch of pussies couldn't fight me one on one and it get's worse.
I was the one who was kicked out, they blamed me for starting the whole thing.
Bunch of racist bastards my dad heard the whole thing when the phone rang.
My mom tried to hide it from him but she couldn't.
I can't beleive I had to deal with this bullshit.
Thats when I ran away I couldn't deal with this broken home.
I had to find a spot to stay, But i couldn't be alone.
That's when i met up wit' my first love damn she dealt with my problems too.
I wouldn't of gave up i promised her that even though what i been through.
She died a year later after we met, Her father raped and murder her some shit i cant forget.
I still see this man untill this day, man i can feel her pain, she wouldn't want revenge so i try to forgive.
At the age of 14 is when i started to talk back, i got tired of the verbal abuse.
It's a damn shame i thought by now all this shit i'd get used to it now.
When i was 15 my dad punched me in my mouth, that's when it all went loose.
After that is when I just started to act out.
Honestly I can't even finish this...it's bringing back too many memories....it's skipped around like that is because i don't remmember most my child hood.... i remmember alcohol, drugs, being beat, yelled at, and everyone fighting, shit gettin thrown around....i don't care much about the structure about the ryhming this is shit i never really told no one but 2 females know the 1 has been dead since i was like 13.....and the other one me and her just recently broke up she was my first...and i still love her....but yeah leave me some kinda feed....