Tw: sh, suicidal thoughts.
The first time I remembered all the cruelest things he's done
It was strange and overwhelming
The stories that he's won
I remember once he yelled at me
Like I myself was plague
A little girl of only 8
Crying over a smashed plate
When I was 9 it was the time
He kicked my brother out
I sat on the curb in my own little world
But didn't think it was wrong to shout
10, 11, 12 and on
Yelling, screaming, crashing
Up until it finally had stopped
When I was 13 he got so mad
His rage went out on me again
I hid and locked my bedroom door
He tore it open with no key
15 I held a knife to my skin
And wished that he would've known
All the things he's done to me
Have made my heart like stone
16, I still wished to be dead
Chaos crashing in my head
Nothing leaving me alone
This house never was a home
I'm 17 now
I know he's wrong, with everything that's going on
My stomach feels all torn and red
I still wish I were gone
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
