❝Please, get him away from here. I can't stand the sight of him, the sound of him, the dread that he'll leave behind long after he leaves. She let him into the house! She let him walk right into our house, and suddenly, this isn't my house. I haven't been able to pull myself from the floor of my bedroom, since I seen my father's eyes for the first time in years, the eyes that mercilessly lost control. Why doesn't he speak of it? He needs to know what he did. Even though I'm painfully aware that there isn't any point to that. In his eyes, he hasn't sinned, but he is the devil himself, in his truest, most terrible form. All he brings about is misery and gut wrenching pain.❞
Monday, June 18, 2018
1:03 A.M.
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Dear Insecurity
Puisi{ONGOING} Excerpts from a book that I will never have the time to write ❝Face down in the dirt She said, this doesn't hurt She said, I've finally had enough.❞ © The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
