I hate it here

PerpetualFlowers

The walls in this house

Remind me of the bars on a jail cell

I want to get out

Even when it's quiet 

I hear echoes of fights, and sirens

The day they left I wanted to die

They got out, but how could I

I just wanted to escape

The only way was to die

This house is a prison and I am an inmate

All i did was be born

I didn't choose to be here

But yet I am punished 

This house is mh prison, and one day my grave

  • Author: ~xx (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2016 20:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Severus Alexander

    We possess the capability to play well, despite the hand that we are dealt in life... Take pride in your resolve.



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