.
stuck. Alone, no place to call home.
where do I go to escape a monster they so
horribly had to create. Dealing with
all this hate.
abandoned. Dead. Sick and tired,
of all the tears I've shed, hoping, wishing
to be dead. Praying for the vices
to leave my head.
crying. Trying.
to hold on tight,
make things right.
keeping my sadness
out of your sight.
Believing. Achieving.
all the things I've been grieving,
are slowly leaving.
I'm finally seeing the monster
that I've become...
