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Can't Get Out

Blood stained wrists
and blood shot eyes
they're to busy fighting
to even hear my cries.

But I hear them,
I hear them well
I wish that they would stop
and see that my life is hell.

I get out of school
I had a horrible day
then I come home
and it feels the same way.

There's no way out
I can't escape this dream
all I can do
is listen to my parents scream.

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  • luvhilton
    September 28
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    tht was amazing. i loved how it flowed and kept my attention. gret peom.