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Reject Eject

Reject Eject

Everything would not be set into motion
If only my suicidal mom gave me an abortion
I have tried so hard to be kind
These days I'm just losing my mind

I wish I could say goodbye
These days I feel overwhelmed and want to cry
Please let me just give up

I hate myself
For saying all those cruel words
I will always regret
But you probably will forget

Here's a poem for you
What you did was cruel
You were a bad Mother
That's why you couldn't keep my brother

I try to be a different version
But I can't escape
You were supposed to care
But all you did was tear

You never put me first
All you did was hurt
If you didn't want then you should've hit the eject
Its okay because while I was in your stomach I was just another reject

I'm sorry I caused you so much pain
I swear if I only knew I would've died in vein
You don't need to worry about cause you need to thrive
Because in this world we need to survive

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Being Me

This is so sad on so many levels. The pain and frustration pours from your words. I do hope that you have friends to support you through this. It must feel like hell. Such a heartfelt poem totally deserves all the stars I can give. Bless you   x

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Pratibha Savani

Wow written from the heart I feel the pain of rejection in this write. It's so clear. Hope you have gone beyond these feelings now and if not hope you are getting support. Thanks for sharing your inner pain as it's a truly emotional write. ?

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