Over and over
I've had to deal
With the constant
Rushing into the bathroom,
Crying my eyes out.
My mom in the
Hospital for the
Sixty millionth time.
Ever since I was little
In and out, again and again.
Something I've had to live with.
They'd call me a crybaby
If they saw me crying
Over a "silly" thing like this.
They don't understand,
And they never will.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryJust poetry. I'll update whenever I feel like it or want to. Pictures and/or quotes are from Google.
