I was raised by angry people.
The kind of home where instead of receiving hugs and "I'm proud of you" & "I love you"
I got arguments, fights and things said like "what is wrong with you"
The kind of home
that isn't really a home at all.
When home isn't really a home and filled with outraged energy, it consumes you.
I am consumed, from the wickedness I've received and now tortured by the never ending memories.
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Poetic feelings
PoetryA poetic rose that has been wounded with thorns. Words put into feelings, that has been hidden away and turned into a page. Warning: does involve mental health situations.
