I hate going home
by tIrEd BoY wItH wIrEd EyEs Feb 10, 2005
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I hate going home it brings me fear my mom hits me with base ball bats and it leaves bruises that i have to lie about I hate going home my dad is a drunk he'll hit me for no reason until i bleed my friends know it but can't tell if they did i would get killed i hate going home to my house it is my private hell it does not bring me pain to say I don't think life is fair and i wish my parents would die |
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19 years ago
by Sarrah
This is really bad. I have a friend who died of child abuse. I knew what was going on and when she died all I felt was pain inside. It's a bad thing and you need out. While you're trying you can email me if and when you need to talk (sarraht@aol.com or daddys1gurl_2010@yahoo.com depending on what you have)
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19 years ago
by asdfg
Wow, I'm sorry this happens to you.. But, the poem is pretty good.. If you need anyone to talk to I'm here.. You can email me at wg1ash@twcny.rr.com if you want..
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19 years ago
this acultlly happens to me
so please comment me on this one
