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Tears roll down my face, the taste is salty like sea water
I soon wonder when my father will embrace me.
Will he ever love me like he used to
Say I’m his world, his princess
Thoughts are unknown
Who am I to cry over the dead?
Does the dead cry out for me?
How come home feels so alone?
Questions are unanswered
A smack across my face
Brooms stick across my back
Frying pans missing me by an inch
Feelings that wonder
How long does your heart have to hurt?
When does the misery end?
When does the love begin?
Should I sit and wonder because my thoughts might just go down under
Or
Cry myself to sleep because no one is there
Family members judging
Mother steady cursing
Sister always demanding
Father is missing
When will it end?
People cross me everyday
People lied to me everyday
People misuse me everyday
Why do I amuse people so hysterically?
Why is my dream deferred?
Why do my tears never end?
When does the betrayal descend?
I’m fighting this all alone
No friends
No family
Not even me
To count on
Where do I begin to love myself?
How do I let the love stay within?
They are thoughts that ruin through my head and I wonder over and over again. Worrying myself to my death pin, I‘ve shed enough tears, faced enough hurt, encounter enough betrayal I’m already far enough in the dirt,
Just bury me 10 feet under so I won’t have to come back to this sanctuary never again.
My life time journey has come to an end.
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