I.
Can't.
Take it.
The screaming.
The fighting.
The sarcasm.
The threatening.
The pain.
Both mental and physical,
I've been hit.
I've been pushed against walls and shelves
I've been broken down,
To the lowest I can go.
5 more years.
That's all it will take.
Five.
That's all it will take.
Until I'm eighteen
Until I'm free.
Free from it all.
YOU ARE READING
It's just me.
Non-FictionThis is just one of those things I did because I can. It makes me feel oddly better. I mean I guess you could call this a venting space. But I prefer online journal. Thanks for reading. See you.
