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October 29, 2017
By , Staten Island, NY

Home

The place where I have my suicidal bouts

The place where my drunken father beats me

'till blood sprays from my mouth

 

Home

A place that is suppposedly filled with love

but here

I see none

 

Home

Reeks of alcohol, smoke, and drugs

My eyes tear and nose burns

as I lay on the bloodied rug

 

Home

Now covered in red, orange, and yellow

I set fire to my memories

and all falls to ashes on the ground






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alyssa0401This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 10:26 am
Beautiful poem!
 
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