Hurt
Some day's I just want to quit,
I just want to run away,
In this life I just don't fit,
So I take some time to pray.
My parents fight and my brothers are in prison,
Some nights I want to scream and see who listens.
Instead I pick up my notebook and write,
I write long and hard into the night.
The next day I again go through it all,
But I know my poetry will be there for me if I fall.
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