families can be so cruel,
bringing you down when you're already in your lowest duel
sitting in my closet,
crying inside my fluffy robe
while you know in back of that door,
comes more and more
that will bring a never ending rule
why do I let them get to me?
letting them destroy the only faith and happiness left in and out
all I want to do is run away but i know deep inside it follows me through every way
these deep cuts follow through too,
maybe one day they will heal completely,
maybe they will show the world what they need to be looking at,
instead of what has been looked at.
nobody really understands,
leaving me to stand,
is the baddest Idea
It's like standing in quickstand,
its bringing you down more and more where it's going to reach a point that you will no longer have oxygen inside of you.
Leaving every single bit of blue and grey.
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"Somewhere I Don't Want To Be | Poetry
Poetry"Somewhere I Don't Want To Be" Poetry * * * Can Be read as a Stand-Alone (Aka single pringle) Just where I write poetry when I get into an argument with my parents-- thereof, somewhere I don't want to be. Or I'm just writing about my life or people...
