Mama b***h

By Ashley

I'm so sick. 

Of all the s**t. 

You yelling and trapped. 

Digging your claws so deep. 

I've already bleed out. 

Accusing and assuming. 

Drinking. 

To keep away your 

"Demons" 

This next year. 

Is going to be hell. 

Hell. 

It already is. 

What makes you think. 

I like being in this house. 

With you. 

For even five minutes.

Because as soon as I am. 

Eighteen. 

I am f*****g out. 

I don't give a s**t. 

What you do. 

I'm gone. 

You've already made that clear. 

I will break out of you trap. 

RIp your claws from my skin. 

Never to return. 

Thanks for never being there. 

Mama b***h.  

Reviews

[MandaBear]

Wow what a poem. Sounds like a good time to leave.

[Kitten]

No kidding.

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I like it...and I think it'd be best for you for sure to leave at 18, f**k waiting for graduation. You have every right in the world to leave.

[Kitten]

Thanks and yeah.