Can't Stop Thinking Of You

....Bad habit

I bite my tongue its a bad habit .

I sat in my room feeling lonely I laid in bed moving my covers over my body and playing my favorite song stan by Eminem the music flooded my ears I sang along with the girl
My teas gone cold I'm wondering
Why got out of bed of the morning rain clouds on my window that
I can't see at all even if I did- My door flung open my mom crying "baby we have to go." She had bruises all over here body. my dad had been abusive towards me and mom since I was 7. At the time i was twelve leaving my hometown for good. It shocked me how much my dad had changed I remembered when I used to be Daddy's little girl tears formed in my eyes as I got In my mom's car. Hours past and we finally made it to my mom was planing on moving her so she had an apartment ready we made to a apartment complex that was two years ago.

Sorry its so short it's just an recap of what's going on