
I can't wait until I'm eighteen. I'll be out of here. You can't make me shake and scream. Can't make me shed a tear. This is not exactly a loving family poem. Sorry. Please enjoy anyway.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Family - Words: 262 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-09-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2931327
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This, sadly, was inspired by my family, and my desire to get away from them.
I can't wait until I'm eighteen
I'll be out of here
You can't make me shake and scream
Can't make me shed a tear
I'll run until my feet ache
Won't consider looking back
Run from all the fear and hate
My soul bruised blue and black
We don't know how to love each other
No one in that house
Some of us loud and mean
Some scared, and no louder then a mouse
I tried my best to fight it off
Try my hardest to always smile
But all my bravery was not enough
And now you won't see me for awhile
I suppose even when I'm gone
The blood will still be shed
That has been our routine for far too long
I'm afraid it will never end
Where I'll go, I'm not yet sure
I haven't thought that far
I pray to God we'll all be cured
Our souls as black as tar
We're all fighting our own demons
But I'll do that far away
I don't care if a coward is how you see me
Leaving is the only way
So thanks for the love of hate
Thanks for the skill of lie
Thanks for my second nature of fear
Thanks for making it so easy to say goodbye
Yeah, I know some of it didn't rhyme, but I like it better this way.
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