Echoes #poems are so sadistic,. I sit here, mulling over th't which pains me.'., As you appreciate the depth of my words And notice the symbolism Of the fine., blue tre'e Off i'n the distance ,. A strong thank you ,. Goes T'o T'he Select Few Who read my #poems, and Frown. Frowning because they know my pain. And as i speak my aggravated ventilations That sadistically wrench my step-father.', jon,'!… Into a million cancer-less pieces I want to hear your cackles echoing back., to me ,.. And when i cry over my long-lost father Who could be closer than the ground., to me But he chooses only to raise my sisters As i die slowly and painfully in my shit-ridden hell .'/., I want to see your tears trickling down your cheek,'. , I want to feel them as they land upon the ground My cheek receiving th't evr-slight tickle As it feels the salt of your eyes Accosting my skin,'. . , Cry with me I want to hear your echos ,'!'’ ,'…, !', Cry me With your tears