her father killed her, society destroyed her

only 16.

so young and yet so old,

scarred by razor blades and words and the fists of a father

who was supposed to love her, but only wanted a son.

 

she should be living her life, smiling and laughing

with her friends that don't exist, wearing

shirts that drop a little too low and short shorts

instead of long sleeves and jeans in mid-summer.

she should be happy, should be

so much more excited to wake up in the morning

to a whole new day, but instead

she just groans 

because everynight she secretly hopes

that she won't wake up in the morning.

 

it was a sad day, the day that

her father killed her and society destroyed her

and she stopped fighting for the life that she should

treasure and look forward to, but all she looks forward to is

death.

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sooooo sorry that everything has been depressing recently, i've been going through a lot of stuff and i can only get it out when i write!