Things I'll Never Write About

Sitting in a dark place, going through a great deal of depression, Dad isn't here and my Mom is not around.

I'm scared to walk around and when I do his eyes follow, I'm always looking over my shoulders because 

I know he's spying, I'm even afraid to hear a crack at the door from the holes he has poked.

I never truly understood the pain some girls' and boys' has been through and still is going through until

I met the boy of my Mothers so called "dreams." Is she lost in a world; a deep place where she cannot escape 

or is she hypnotized like the ones in a witch crafted movie. My world has been upside down. 

6 years of pain, didn't tell anyone really, but the ones I did tell made the pain worst; they did

NOTHING. So everyday I would hold the tears in like a person who's pride is huge. 

When will I get away. When will I ever be free. No one really knows but this is just the start

of THINGS I'LL NEVER WRITE.