Author note: This is a poem in memory of my friend. It might be triggering. It's going to be about domestic abuse.
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Pushing myself down the stairs,I don't want to be in this nightmare. Trying to get rid of this damm child,he just stands there and smiles. He can go out every night if I do I'm a whore, biting my tongue so there's less wars. He's addicted to alcohol and drugs,he thinks he's a thug. Thinking he was the love of my life, reality is finally cutting like a knife. I can't fix him,yet he's still the victim.
