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Family killed me before I died

The little voice begging for love and freedom from classroom is mine I am a child Who harbours unspoken words and wavered feelings in my heart If you let my spirit out of this cage, a beautiful world I'll paint Now I am bound by chains of failure and mothers unemphatic nature Every invisible second steals a pint of blood and bucks of flesh off me Mother is now the pain I see, an undying tormentor she turned to be On my skin she left her palm slaps and upbeat attitude that gets me grounded The unpacked toys on the shelf describes me, a missing puzzle lying on the counter defines me Jack and Saldy are now my favorite mares, the spirits by my window at night they are On a daily I receive the backlash for not coming down for dinner A loner in a busy house I am, neither living nor dead Everyone thinks I am reserved, NO There's peace in returning to my bed at night, a reviving hope of not seeing another rising sun Mother can you look at my future, you've murdered my dreams of playing cricket Do you even notice the pain in my eyes, or the numb little robot you've created out of me I am complaining to the deaf ears of nature, broken and cold my spirit have turned to be The wind is upon me, I shall sink my ship to let the sailor live Whoever sees my body at the graveside should know I was a happy child Before my demons haunted me.

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Date: 1/10/2019 10:09:00 AM
A powerful story. I love this one..... Nicely pened
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