My brother partied all night and gave my family shit
My brother got charged with manslaughter
My family turns around and worships him
They say actions speak louder than words
More like tragic events capture attention
Two more years until I can leave
Yet I need to save up
My family wants me to pay for all of my shit
How the fuck am I suppose to save up to get an education?
Raised upon violence, no love to be found
Sixteen years I have been emotionally, even physically, abused
I have grown quite a tolerance to pain
Yet I have passed my breaking point
I feel so drained and struggle to find reason to keep going
Maybe there's no hope for me
Maybe I should follow in my brother's footsteps
Turn heads with some special action
An action that will surprise many
I wonder, will my family worship me when I take that action
To act upon cleansing the earth of myself
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Beyond That Smile
Non-FictionMost people like to keep their lives private. I was so afraid of how people would look at me once they found out what I have been through, and still am; I am still afraid. So this is going to be my diary in a way, however, it's laid out for the worl...
