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nothing. i was ****** knuckles and bruised wrists hiding beneath broken tables and a heart beating too fast to keep up with. she lived in lies while i was busy building walls to barricade the battle cries haunting me at night. he was beer bottles and a brazen tongue twisting words into bullets, firing empty threats at a child far too gone. i didn’t ask for reckless rages and abuse that left me struggling to stay alive nor did i want to experience the epitome of a nightmare. i was afraid. love was an unfamiliar concept, spilling out of their skulls, staining the tile floor and there’s no way to pour it all back, so im left homeless in a dark alley way, begging for a miracle i know won’t come.
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
what my parents see in me
nothing. i was ****** knuckles and bruised wrists hiding beneath broken tables and a heart beating too fast to keep up with. she lived in lies while i was busy building walls to barricade the battle cries haunting me at night. he was beer bottles and a brazen tongue twisting words into bullets, firing empty threats at a child far too gone. i didn’t ask for reckless rages and abuse that left me struggling to stay alive nor did i want to experience the epitome of a nightmare. i was afraid. love was an unfamiliar concept, spilling out of their skulls, staining the tile floor and there’s no way to pour it all back, so im left homeless in a dark alley way, begging for a miracle i know won’t come.
what more can i say to express how i feel?
#abuse#family#broken#depression#recovery#parents#ptsd#death#grief#lies
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22/Gender Fluid
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
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