I felt the feeling come over me,
it was just another flashback,
and here I was again--
the feeling deprived beyon repair.
Foster home number seven,
the night I was in my bed,
Almost asleep before he walked in,
the monster to my echos,
the Forever King of my nightmares,
the demon of my thoughs collided,
And he was about to break me,
about to slap the living daylights out of me,
or rather, as he said, "Make it wish I was never born."
But that's the funny thing, Sir (that's what I had to call him or else I'd be punished even more),
I never even wanted to be born in the first place. Never, Ever.
My accidental birth led me here.
Even at five I knew that.
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Burning Myself
PoetryKiera was an adopted daughter into an extremely religious family. She was raised to be "perfect," but that can only last so long... It was her seventeenth birthday when she met Landon-- who she thought was a nice guy, until she learned of his past...
