*STUCK*

Thu, 08/20/2015 - 15:55 -- Missa88

*Yet again feeling so,so confused, as well as my arm's being battered and bruised. Listening to my music my mind drift's away. Trapped playing What's left of my memory's. Here i live,here i stay. Confusion and hate day after day. I used to think there was a way. Even tried to pray. More confusion, even more hate. Here i live, here i will lay. Until i find that day. The one that show's me there is a way.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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