Lost Hope
I hate it here and yet nobody seems to see. Nobody cares and nobody helps from the outside looking in we’re “lucky” but I wanna know what for? For clothes? Shoes? How about love? How about support? You know how many times I’ve wanted to die. Wanted to take my own life because of them! Then I realize, me taking my own life will only let them win….I’m gonna live my life to the fullest and once I move out there’s no looking back… no phone calls… no sunday dinner...gone completely vanished.
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