the summer is coming-
I'll finally be free
yet here I'm preparing
for endless agony
yeah, school is tiring.
it's exhausting, it sucks.
but it lets me escape
from my terrible luck.
i know I'm complaining
over such a small feat
still, this divorce really hurts me
I'm left incomplete
no more than a weapon
to be used against the other
I'm just a toy-
for my father,
and my mother.
- Author: Ajax (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 12th, 2023 19:29
- Category: Family
- Views: 5
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