Upon my honor I will try
Not to let you see me cry
Upon my soul, I do swear
To hide from you my vacant stare
You've got him not, the Hell with me
Do not hear my sobbing plea
Home is broken, I fall through
And now I don't even have you
He left me broken, bleeding out
Offer no comfort, just glare and shout
Schools a prison, with no parole
As my life spins out of control
Just cuz your happy doesn't mean I am too
And everyone's gone, only one thing to do
Go to his home, knock on his door
Move in with him and be his whore.
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This is so emotional and sad. I hope it does get better for you.This was very well written and powerful keep writing..
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ouch!
surrender is never an option! A strong message on a tight pen. Honest despair noted... hard words to read... good pen, this
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