Thu, 08/20/2015 - 16:06 -- Missa88

It's so frustrating. While i'm here slowly suffocating. Quickly getting even more bitter. There's still time to fix this. There's just time to fix it, FIX IT. Get a grip, put your brain in gear and shift it. Isn't there enough time fix this?Maby just enough to claw back what i have lost.Given up.Thrown away. Scrapping the thing'si could never say. Alway's thought.Eventually (still) learning to bury it deep,would be when they decide to finally hear me, and listen to the written word's i Couldn't speak.

This poem is about: 
My family


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