Everyday i came home hopeing,
things would be alright.
Every night I turned out the light
I'd fear of all the many fights.
I bit my lip to bare the pain,
Flowing through my vains.
I layed my head aside,
I huged my pillow tight.
I'd awake the next day,
with much shame.
Friends and family asked,
if I was okay.
I didn't let on like,
was in any pain.
Don't worry I'm fine,
I'll be okay ,
I'm still alive.
Every thing is better,
off this way.
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