Everyday it gets worse
The yelling, the fighting, the burns
These tears
Stinging my face

With nothing for me
To do about it
Except burn
Feeling the relief

The pain
The freedom
One day it’ll be much worse
When I can’t take it anymore

I’ll have my last burn
My last breath
My last thought
Everything will end

My freedom would overcome
And I’d be gone at last
No more yelling
No more fighting

No more burns

 
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