Life.
Worried about what is going to happen,
So much has been going on.
They lied about how life would be
With work and the talks of moving.
Too many lost friendships.
Trying to be better than the other.
Those fights, cuts, bruises, and burns
Are my ways of coping.
I abused what I was given.
Glass and smoke all go up in my face.
The highs and lows I feel are horrid.
With you I am stuck in this place.
And it’s hell.
I want to be gone, so far gone.
But sadly you keep me
Chained up for your disposal.
I am your slave.
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