When I turned 9
I had an escape room party
We spent the whole time laughing,
Making jokes like friends
Recently, my life has been an escape room
My sister hates me
My mom is nonexistent
My dad? An alcoholic
School?
My homeroom teacher doesn't care
Unless I get 100%
The kids all harass me
And call me names
While I struggle recover
Looking at it again
Escape rooms aren't fun
You don't laugh or make jokes
You just long for a way to get out
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Dead To Me (Poetry)
PoetryTW: This writing may contain some mature topics. Read at your own risk Love is amongst the worst and best things that can happen to a person. It just depends on the person. Love has taken down civilizations, as well as brought them together. Love ha...
