Fuck everything.
Fuck this fucked up home.
Fuck my tarnished memories.
Fuck all my mental problems.
I'm so done with all this shit.
I hate this long waiting period. The waiting period before any chance comes about.
Shattered glass, splintered wood, broken chairs, harsh words pierce the skin, yelling and actions tarnish the mind.
I flinch and stutter. I always flinch and stutter when there's arguing near me, I hide. I hate that it's a instant reaction to arguing and tense/seemingly threatening body language.
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
