Hurt, Being Hurt

ericboydblog:

Two fists held up, guarding my face
It is a school night, I’m tired
The front door’s open, unhinged
I just want to survive this night

It was my birthday recently
I do not remember my age
My father says he has no son
Something that I knew years ago

My mother on the floor,…

Tears and a ton of compassion. I know how you feel. Let’s just leave it at that. Kudos for rising above the brutality.

Hurt, Being Hurt

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