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"Broken home"

by abbiec96

You steal my drugs Take my money You look at me and think "What's wrong, honey?" Go behind my back Feed me bullshit lies I can never confront you So I let it out and cry You try to make me happy In doing what you please But don't you ever notice, I'm everything but at ease Your mad at me when I'm "not happy" But that's because im "being crappy" You've tried to mend these broken strings But all you've done is break my wings You fucking druggies I can't take it anymore I'm ready to leave Break open a new door One with a life of trust and respect Where my life won't be Such a wreck It's my fault for enabling you But you tugged at my heart strings Guilt tripped me two for two And here I am back at the start Trying to build back up What keeps falling apart There's only so many times I'll keep going around Until Ive done my time And I'm ready to bound
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abbiec96
Published
Aug 23, 2015
Time
2m
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No respect or privacy for own things. My prescriptions are my business, mine. Does anyone have boundary or respect for their own daughter? Their own sister? What happened to such novelties... The worst part is this isn't the first time. My naivety for Hope is growing thin in the time of blind rage fury. I wish I would know better not to let them break down my walls I've built to keep them out smh

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#regret#hope#stupid#not#people#change#thinking#is#naivety
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