The Hate You Give

November 7, 2018

Please dont leave me lonely in the dark.

Mother come and tuck me in my bed.

The spirtits live in me forever replaying their voices in my head.

Anger building up for years

I felt so lost with dried up tears

Trying to wash the pain away.

Mommy and Daddy come back today!

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