I am so fucking ready to leave
I am so fucking done
I love my parents
I do
But sometimes
I can't be around them
And I think if I stay in this house with them any longer
I will start to resent them
And hate them
I don't want that
So I am trapped between wanting, almost needing, to leave and being too afraid of...everything to do so
YOU ARE READING
Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
