Ill bite my tongue until it bleeds
Ill close my eyes, block out the screams.
Erase the words I've heard before
"you slut you bitch you dirty whore"
Ill continue to smile like nothings wrong
3 weeks with you is way too long.
Cut after cut along my wrist
Seems way too tempting at times like this.
I've imagined ways for me to die
You have too, so says your eyes.
Dad is gone, the house is yours
So go on. Do it. Tie the score.
He's the reason I'm still here
Under your roof for two more years.
I can't wait til I'm 17
Ill be gone before you blink.
Where will I stay? Where will I go?
Far away from this fucked up home.
Anywhere but here is fine with me
Compared to "home" hell'd be a treat.
I'm not being dramatic when I say this
Its simply just the truth.
I hope you burn in hell you bitch
Even though its too good for you.
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oh crystal. im sorry that your mother treats you this way. im glad that you have onyx to run to. if you guys were closer i would help. but i cant. im sorry baby girl. if you ever need to talk come to me. im always gonna be here for you.
Your Ap mama,
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that definitly sounds like me and my mom awsome write
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Good write Miss Crystal, I look forward to more from you, possibly some in the Romantic Genre, or even in Suspense
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Sometimes crazy people like to blame the world for their problems. When they lash out at us and take their pitiful self worthlessness out on us it sucks. The worst part is when they're your parent, and you're fucking stuck with them, and they can fake sanity so well when company's around. As soon as you can. Run. Do right with yourself and don't fall for tricks at "home" or abroad. Your poem kicks a lot of ass, and, well, I hope you make it.
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Wow
I love this! Great job hun!
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