Hell(Home)
Nobody has told me of Hell,
I knew a few things,
but nothing was like I witnessed,
for I wittnessed the end.
Nobody has told me of Hell,
and not many people really cared,
and honestly neither did I,
at least untill I saw it.
Nobody has told me of Hell,
but I know it has a bedroom to hang yourself in,
a bathroom to drown yourself in,
a kitchen to slit your wrists in,
and a living room to burn in.
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