Home? Where's that? What's that?
I don't know how much longer I can take it here. My job's using me. My step-dad's verbaly abusing me. My mother doesn't give a s**t (from what I can tell and what she's said) anymore. My brother....well he follows my step-dad like he's a ******** god or something. Why am I still here? In this house? In this living hell? What the ******** is holding me here? I want to know why I still continue to put myself through this s**t. I think my mom's the reason I'm still living here. Even if she does put me through a lot too. My little afair with death has come to an end. Thanks Derrick stare I'm just kidding babe; you know I love you right?
Anyway I still don't know what's holding me to this place. I have to quote Three Days Grace. If you saw me here you'd know why. This house is not home </3
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