They let u out
They didn't believe me
Now we're here again
On to round three
I tried to move on
Now u're back in my head
I'm stressed
And lying awake in bed
I cant express how much
How much i hate every ounce of u
How much i wish u were dead
How much i wished i was dead too
U took my innocence
U get to walk free
I hate myself
How can this be
Why do u still have control
How are u still fucking with my head
Who gave u permission
Permission to make me feel dead
Happiness visits more often
Maybe one day u'll be gone
Maybe u'll crawl into a hole
And i'll enjoy the break of dawn
So many people u hurt
Yet they all keep they're mouths shut
What did u do to them
Why do they keep the door shut
Why doesn't anyone believe me
Why do people turn their backs
Why is my mothers switching side
Leaving me a road of tacks
I just want u gone
U could go anywhere
Anywhere away from me
I'll even pay the fare
U're not afraid anymore
Yet i still live in fear
U're still loose
I await that single tear
Hopefully third times the charm
I'll move on
U'll rot away
Then u'll be gone
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i wrote this on april 2, 2009 about my uncle
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hey there my sweet niece, im so sorry i havnt been around for a long time.
hun this is such a sad and painful piece. you expressed yourself so well though. i could definitely relate somewhat to this though because of my grandad and how he abused his daughters as well as me yet no one seemed to want to fight against him and stand up to it.
its horrible when people dont stand by you through abuse. it makes me furious.
i hope things are getting better for you hun and that youre ok.



