this house where saddness drips from the walls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
about a house I live in owned by my cousin who is a mean
person,yells at his wife & tells his kids that he dont
know where thier going to live. his son was 8
this went on for 20 yrears mentaly beating his wife down.from a college educated teacher,to quiting and saying your fat no good & the kids saying it dosent matter what you say mom
it dosent matter anyway.when all she does is drive the yeenagers, now everywere.now she ( my cousin susan sir name)
NOW she works at wall mart a knock down from being a teacher
he says ti give up your no better then that kind of job,not encouraging his wife sayings like you can do it .
but saying things like what do you expect you went to school
for nothing.then attacking me when I had been sober four 4 months.well i soon relapsed & was homeless for 6 months ,my fault but some help(emotional) would be nice.So now I
have to live in this tyrants house.I WANT OUT.

Submitted: September 05, 2007

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I LIVE IN THIS CRUMBLING HOUSE.

WIRES POPIN.SUPENDERS POP PILLS Well come hell or high water.I am stoppin all this old maddness All thiss old sadness.

This house where saddness drips from the walls.

When your down you get kicked in the balls.

this house where saddness drips from the walls.

Empy promise made to fall through.

 So I must leave what would would you expect me to do.

just sit live & die that way if your not a part of the soultion

I WANT nothing  to do with you. 

 


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