I can't wait to leave this house,
The one I've always known,
The one which after years, filled me with fear and numb,
The house which holds precious memories, but sicken thoughts,
The house to which I started about a million cuts,
This house is the key to my dying health,
Oh I can't wait to leave to a better house,
One without fear and hurt,
But what if its not the house, but the people who fill me with these terrible thoughts,
Stupid and dumb echoing my mind,
Just wanting to die to get rid of the tearing words they spit at me like venom,
Maybe its not the house, but the people who are always looking for the opportunity,
To make me feel more low, then what I started with,
Oh if heavens and god do exist, Save me from this terrible pain,
Send me away from these nagging thoughts,
And stop the people from tearing me up...
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Poetry Done Right
Poésie(Description will be entered at later date. Basically its a book of poems I write. If you would like yours to be in it, please message me and I'll add it in with all credits going to you. I'll add any social media you have as well, if you would l...
