Sixteen
- Seattle Prep Ignite
- May 11, 2018
- 1 min read
she is my pillow
my umbrella when it rains outside
my freedom
she said he is who he is
you can never understand him
just ignore him
she told me to stay strong
four hundred and forty days counting
to escape the dark abyss of my youth
***
he never notices what he does
these emotional scars won’t heal themselves
if new wounds are opened
there they are
the shouts, the insults, the pain
but I am the only one who can see them
he says he’s sorry
to forgive him
yeah right
***
it is trembling
that thing in my chest
i am getting weak
five, six, seven
nine, twelve, thirteen
fourteen, fifteen, Sixteen
It’s Time To Stop.
It Needs To Stop.
It Has to Stop.
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