29 July 2012
I need to get out,of this place I call home.
With its filth and its clutter It would make a queen stutter
Where children are slaves,and I swear earth has nicer caves.
Then this unsafe little dump hole I call home. I need to get out,and escape its pain. With bruises and scratches,from fights fought unwell.
Parents screaming,leg is bleeding. Why must I live this way?
When my father comes near me,with even so much a glare. I flinch away,even if people stare.
I stand and shake,quaking with fear. To scared to move,to scared to breathe.
I need to get out of this place I call home,I have no where to go,nowhere to go.
Need To Get Out • Opuss № I