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There's a phone in the corner of my bag Where I tell the people I love I need out I called the other Them to help me The people my mother was always running from The people who would finally take me away
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
Who They were originally
your brain, darling. what happened to it? I remember when we once were fine. but blood has left your body, boy. you've got a broken heart and ****** up mind. but why? what made your thoughts blank out? and what caused each emotion to disappear? was it mommy? you can tell me. after all, she's not even here. she left you, boy. she's not returning. I know it hurts. but it's certainly true. was it addiction? or was it her freedom? what trapped her more? her problems, or you? onto all of this, did you ever try? you wake up to sadness, that's all that you give. im so ******* sorry that everyone leaves you, but it's no shock when you act like a kid. moral of the story? don't ******* be you. I hate how you act, I hate when you breathe. just go ******* cry and tell yourself that you're nothing, until that's all your ******* heart can perceive.
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Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 6:07 AM UTC
boo ******* hoo.
As I recall I was five the first time I met the monster in disguise He threw my brother's plate to the ground He told him to eat off the floor like the dog that he was Then kicked him while he was down He laughed and he laughed at the spectacle taking place And I cried and I cried for my brother’s sake The very next morning I stared up at him from his lap I was trying to see if it was the man or a mask A few months later I had my answer as the man was hitting home runs On my brother’s flesh and bones He smiled like a jester as my brother was ******* his pants We rode in silence to Sunday school And I saw it happen clear as day when the monster slipped on the mask of my father The one I knew and loved A couple years later and a thousand more tears My mother wept as she answered the call The monster had drawn the last straw As he took my brothers innocence during the night in that hotel room Then they came like angels and whisked us away The men dressed in suites with badges of authority We were safe for the first time As I look back I still miss the mask but not the man
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
The Monster Under the Mask