My poem My Darkest Days comment if you want.?

Question:As sit here and i think why does my life have to stink.
I cannot even remember when i was a child
running and getting to play as she would keep me in
before and after she got laid. Now they wonder why i cry
and ask God why do i pray to die . They always ask me why i like the dark because no one can see me scream my heart out. and cry when i was laying in my blood why did you not let me die .In this world you see happiness and tree's
when all i see is hopelessness and disease.
When i hear her voice i know she's coming home drunk'
and in a minute or two I'll be her lazy little punk.
I know where she keeps the money and the gun and God if i had a half a nerve i would shoot her and run.
I wish i knew love but all i was breed was hate should i shoot
myself too' or is it already to late..

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: As sit here and i think why does my life have to stink.
I cannot even remember when i was a child
running and getting to play as she would keep me in
before and after she got laid. Now they wonder why i cry
and ask God why do i pray to die . They always ask me why i like the dark because no one can see me scream my heart out. and cry when i was laying in my blood why did you not let me die .In this world you see happiness and tree's
when all i see is hopelessness and disease.
When i hear her voice i know she's coming home drunk'
and in a minute or two I'll be her lazy little punk.
I know where she keeps the money and the gun and God if i had a half a nerve i would shoot her and run.
I wish i knew love but all i was breed was hate should i shoot
myself too' or is it already to late..

Beautiful and heart rending. I think I'll sit here and cry a bit and think of sissy. She didn't shoot herself, she took an overdose intentionally while no one was at home but her. Little different situation, but abuse is still abuse. Well done.

Very good piece! I pray that it doesn't describe your life.

very powerfull. i too hope this is not your life, if it is, remember to seek out help, it's out there.

Wow!!! Very expressive! It's like a master piece! If this is really you, I hope you'll know life isn't all that bad.

Awesome! great writting. Is this close to your heart and are you o.k.? writting is good for the soul. Dark. Fallow up with something brighter.
Luck,peace and joy

Quite a morbid little subject, but you did it really well. I like the no-form form of it, and it has rhythm without meter, which is also hard to do, and quite good. We all love you, keep it up.

Cami, This is absolutely wonderful and I sense heartfelt. If the word used was he instead of she it could well describe a good portion of my childhood. It brought a tear to my eye as I read it and went back in time. I hope to hear more from you.

I find this deeply disturbing.

I am not going to write the whole history of my life, because the task of writing an autobiography is a difficult one. When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; besides, many of the joys and sorrows of childhood have lost their poignancy; and many incidents of vital importance in my early education have been forgotten in the excitement of great discoveries. In order, therefore, not to be tedious I shall try to present in a series of sketches only the episodes that seem to me to be the most interesting and important.

very well put
i like it