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Beat up

I'm sorry it had to come to this,  
It wasn't my intention to run away.  
I just feel like something's amiss,
I'm unhappy every night and day.  

I feel worthless,empty,and confused  
I've felt this way since the age of ten.  
My dad was a drunk that liked to abuse,  
It was his way of turning losers into men.  

I resorted to self mutilation that was vile
It made me feel normal to some extent.  
But shit like that shouldn't be for a child,  
No matter how bad I needed to vent.  

If you can relate to this then I feel for you,  
It's the kind of life that none should know.  
I got beat up until I was purple and blue,  
It hurt badly but I didn't let the pain show.  

People who hit kids are pussy mother fuckers,  
They're so miserable in life that they like to disable †
They take their rage and frustrations out on others,  
My dad crippled me and my life's beyond unstable.  
Written by PleasuresOfPain
Published | Edited 28th May 2022
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