Falling through the cracks. (-Dedicated to Justin Overheight RIP 1992-2006)
When I fall asleep, I wish to be dead.
When I wake up I dread the sight of my father.
The marks it leaves. It all succeeds to get into my head.
I wish I was dead.
So many times I've tried, but still cant comprehend the thought.
I wake up and cry. When I sleep I cry.
He doesen't care.
I just want to die.
Please just take me away, before the day,
that I have to die a painful death.
Why must I be the one to be punished for no absolute reason?
Why must I be his stress-relief
or his punching bag?
I woke up one morning , and I fell down the stairs.
I never woke up again.















Comments
It's a shame we have these brutal people in the world.
Thanks for posting this touching piece of work.
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I'm me, ok? I can't describe myself.
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