chestermcdragon
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hey...um...im writing a depressing poem...i was depressed last night so i decided to write it...im still not done with it...
there was a girl,named emma lou,
always seemed so happy,but inside she was blue.
her dad always drank,
her mom was a skank.
and they fought all day long.
and the poor little girl,was always a wreck.
they didnt want her at all.
and the drinking,
and the fighting,
one night got out of hand.
the girl was defenceless,
her mother was senceless.
there was nothing either of them could do.
when her dad got to end of the bottle,
his anger went full throttle.
the nieghbors heard screaming,
they thought they were dreaming.
at the end of the night,
at the end of the fight,
the little girl was dead.
and,all they found was a broken bottle next to her head.
after she died,
her dad took his life,
they found a bottle of whiskey and a knife.
there was a girl,named emma lou,
always seemed so happy,but inside she was blue.
her dad always drank,
her mom was a skank.
and they fought all day long.
and the poor little girl,was always a wreck.
they didnt want her at all.
and the drinking,
and the fighting,
one night got out of hand.
the girl was defenceless,
her mother was senceless.
there was nothing either of them could do.
when her dad got to end of the bottle,
his anger went full throttle.
the nieghbors heard screaming,
they thought they were dreaming.
at the end of the night,
at the end of the fight,
the little girl was dead.
and,all they found was a broken bottle next to her head.
after she died,
her dad took his life,
they found a bottle of whiskey and a knife.