My mum won't come home,
Because the house is a mess.
My mum won't come home,
Because it causes her stress.
My mum won't come home,
Because she hates this house.
It is my fault we are stuck here,
I know that now.
Moving out scares me a lot,
Mostly because of the help I require.
But it might be the only way to make,
All there lives a little lighter.
I don't know what to do,
I feel out of options.
My families in a living hell,
And it is my fault we got here.
- Author: DD. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 18th, 2018 17:43
- Comment from author about the poem: Pretty self explanatory what this one is about. Thanks for reading x
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 36
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