My Poem by Karina Lopez

My



My life is pure misery.
My parents have me locked up.
My life is pure sadness.
My parents don't let me be happy the way i want to be.
My life is pure pain.
My parents hit me when i show hate.
My life is pure blood.
My parents say stuff that hurt me.
So I slice my wrist.
My life is just pure shame, hate, sadness, misery, pain, and blood.

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