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crying in my room

the floor eats my tears

she welcomes me to fall

fall apart in my imagination

my walls are pink and

i am scared under the bed

i see that blue starry blanket i loved

they are shoving with it

it is the buffer between mama

but she was always the violent one

i dont know who is the right one to love

and who really loves me at all

they don't pay attention to me

Mama hates my guts

she says  Papa is a fat b*****d

no one comes over to my house

i stare out the window

my eyes are hard as bricks

nothing comes out of my mouth

when i try to scream

she silences my voice

it is my duty to absorb her

she owns me

something in my broken heart swells up

she will always say

i am not good enough

there is blood on the door

it drips down the paneling

like sea foam on the beach

i could lay there in the foam

in the blood

I want to be loved

in my room the walls are pink

drooping and sticky

my desires

litter the floor

angel wings in my eyes

who am i?

well

nobody important






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