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Jul 2015 · 325
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Bec B Jul 2015
I don't want to be here
And I know that during the day and he whispers of the waves
And the scattered laughter of my family says otherwise

I don't want to be here
Because not mater what stupid joys daylight brings I will I ways return
To this hell of a bubble surrounded by darkness

I don't want to be here
Even daylight brings it's troubles as the adults sip their substances
That bring back memories of nights spent alone

I don't want to be here
Addiction will follow me through my life even if do live to be a happy
Housewife I know I will neglect my perfect life as alcohol wiggles down my throat

I don't want to be here
Because I know my future holds nothing but sadness and change,
Even if for the better, I will always return to my own tear, blood or ***** stained pillow

— The End —