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October 29, 2017
By , Staten Island, NY


The place where I have my suicidal bouts

The place where my drunken father beats me

'till blood sprays from my mouth



A place that is suppposedly filled with love

but here

I see none



Reeks of alcohol, smoke, and drugs

My eyes tear and nose burns

as I lay on the bloodied rug



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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