Our souls

I don't know how to cry no more and I m never free.
I sit with the voices torturing me .they pretend to care for me .
Seeing how far they can push me .just a little cut today will help you on your way.
But the cuts ,cut deeper everyday .
I pretend I'm ok .
A shamed i was born a mistake .my father told me in his own way .you don't belong to me you were born a freak .
I was told all my life ,he was disappointed in me .
So I learnt how to survive only the devil would set me free.
At a price my SOUL is he's




Poetry by dee quirke
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Written on 2026-04-29 at 20:06

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
There are those
Such as hear on
Poetbay, who know
Value, that is priceless!
Know your soul your spirit
Who care for you so mutch , our Dee
Write please cut your self no more , pleas
I we are thinking out to, our deair, Friend
ken d williams
2026-04-29