I can't fucking do this anymore.
I say it all the time
but now it's really true.
Maybe it's because this time
I can't leave
I can't get out.
Hell, I don't even have school.
I'm trapped
in this abusive prison
for the next two fucking years
and I've been here for almost sixteen.
If I died tomorrow
I barely think I'd care.
Do they see what they've done?
How much they've fucked up?
I doubt it.
They never have
and they never will.
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Poetry from my Soul
PoetryPoems (mostly free verse) that I write when I feel that I should. Thanks to @BrandonMull_Lover (https://www.wattpad.com/user/BrandonMull_Lover) for the inspiration. I try to update on a semi-daily basis. The chapter header photos are a photo of the...
