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this isn't my home anymore


I walk into my room,

and invite instant dread

to depression, I am doomed

I sit on my bed

I watch calmly as the flashbacks come

I close my eyes

and instantly become numb

This is no longer the room I love, but rather one I despise.

I no longer am welcomed

I feel the tears come, and put on a disguise 

I go to leave, I cannot wait

but my mother sits before me, and she dictates

my every move, she bothers

she is what sits between me and a light

like a barrier, my own mother

baricades me from happiness, and I try to put up a fight

but the more I fight, the more she takes away,

everything that makes me happy.

she doesn't understand the damage she is doing,

and the damage that has already been done.

I could never be close to her, nor my father

they raided my secrets, 

so why should I bother?

when they kept me from happiness

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