August 11, 2010
I hate this place.
This is not my home.
This is temparary.
Don't leave me here alone.

Im suffoctating.
These walls are closing in.
I fall to the floor,

The room starts to spin

I do not miss the old house
with regret down every hall.
So many skeletons hidden
In every closet, I hate them all.

This new place
was supposed to be better,
so Mommy, I'm sorry.
but I wrote you this letter,

"I can't be here anymore
I can't make it another night
so I'm gone now,
can't take another fight.

I dont know where Im going,
Not sure where I'll roam,
but I love you,
and I'm trying to find my home."

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