Going to my real Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
This i wrote when i ran away to chicago last march so its pretty much all true cept for the very end

Submitted: August 21, 2012

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Home

 

Muscles tearing, sirens blaring. Another day goes by, nothing

I can do to stop it, nothing but cry. I just wanna go home, 

just go home. Why can't I do that? It's all i want. Babies screaming,

tempers flaring. People on the streets are yelling. 

Can't someone help me? Where am I? Oh god I'm gonna die!

I can't do this anymore, Mother says I'm a whore, 

Stepdad says I'm just a lazy ass bitch, I can't go there anymore.

Taking care of kids that arn't mine while they 

sleep on the couch all day. I'm so disobediant. Oh, yes I am.

I got on the computer. Oh! What a crime, Mother says 

I'm gonna end up doing some time, just like my Father.

Oh, don't even get me started there, it's not gonna be going 

anywhere. I admit, I've done some wrong, but i certainly haven't

done enough to deserve what I've been given. 

Don't follow me around and call me a liar. I try to get away

from you, but your like herpes! You just keep coming 

back. If I can't go home please, please, just leave me alone?

Oh god, I beg you, my heads just pounding, hurts so 

much I can't stand it. I see so much evil here, I can feel it in my bones.

I just want this place to leave me alone. So 

why won't it go? I cant get away, I've tried, I really have, and now

I'm on the brink. Brink of giving in and giving up. 

Theres nothing left for me, It's all a giant catastrophe.

Fine I don't care anymore. You can come knock on my door, 

no one will be there to answer, theres no one left there

from before. See I'm done. Just please have mercy.

Give me one more chance to be me, and you'll see just how much more

I can be. Or try and step into my shoes and see 

how it is to be treated like trash by the people who

are suppposed to love you the most. Told ur nothing but a 

worthless pile of shit, and that that is all you'll ever be.

Just leave me alone, I can't handle it anymore.

Here it comes. The sounds are slowing, the pains are dulling,

my muscles ease, and my eyes are closing.

Tell me when you hear my heart stop, because I think I'm going home.


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