Parents, meant to love and protect. If only you could see that the bottle you hold is killing me. Your whiskey stained grin repulses me and makes me want to hide. Why should I be the one that has to hide from the demons that you decide to feed?
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The Not So Poetic Words Of The Chaotic Teenager
PoesiaA collection of poems that aren't what you would typically consider poetic. Experiences of a teens chaotic life and strange feelings.
