My life is not my own,
its spiralling out of control.
their grip is oh so tight,
Its destroying my very soul.
The hurtful things that they say,
no matter what I do.
I seem to hear it all the time,
so all of it must be true.
I dream that they will change their minds,
and maybe even care.
But I can not get my hopes up,
I wouldn't even dare.
There is no space or time for me,
they got better things to do.
So I think I will stop this hurtful dream
and accept that it's all true.
I just want want to let you know I'm sorry,
That I let you down
. How better all of your lives would be,
if I wasn't even around.
Dec 21, 2019.
Copyright © Dianna Duplessie | Year Posted 2019
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