The first poem I wrote about being 5 years old and wanting to die
Wound up from the sound of my wounds It seems my seams are splitting with the spiting, hitting, biting fighting When does it end, I’m a child Haunted while you nonchalantly hiss go to your room That’s no escape, that’s […]
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childhood, domestic violence, poem, suicide