I woke up this morning.
Another repeated day.
I would guess atleast.
I woke up like the one before.
And the one before.
And the one before.
Wanting this nightmare to end.
Wanting to go home.
But
I am forced to be here.
Somewhere that is not my home.
Somewhere that is not where I feel loved.
Somewhere that is not where I feel free.
Somewhere that is not...
.
.
.
But here I stay.
Wondering if it'll stay this way.
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PoésieSome really bad, some a bit better. If you don't like poems...then why are you reading this? I thought the title was pretty clear. It's mainly just a teenager overthinking everything all the time. Feel free to skip if ya want. #4 #lifestuff #1 #toxi...