it ends here, the drop of a pin will no longer be heard through the silence that shouldn't ever have been.
My heavy heart will cry out for help,
I will no longer hear them drown me out and put me down.
it ends here, my mind may falter here and again,
but I will finally, finally open my mouth.
My cousin said I have my mothers lips.
Full, a big mouth. I kept it shut of these wrongs until now.
I will not hide the way I've been shoved and told again and again that I am nothing more than dramatic, like I can't feel pain.
I'm through hiding the way that my house is fucked up and it's getting to my head.
I'm done with respecting those who don't respect me.
My captivity will end here, my lack of help, ends here.
My life starts now,
so here, it ends.
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complacent
Poetryquieter achieved poems from the girl who thinks of stars and angels