Taking flight

Broke my arm 

after he stomped on me,

then I went home 

And was called a freak.  

I faked a smile  

Around my friends. 

Then cried alone 

waiting for it all to end. 

As I stand on the rooftop 

I scribble a note 

the last words that I ever wrote: 

Day by day 

I'm being hunted 

but at least you got 

what you wanted. 

I'm sorry mother 

I can't come home. 

No longer will I cry 


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