Rough Times
Beat every night.
Tears streaming from my eyes.
Marks hidden under long sleeves.
No one understood all the horrible things,
i went through.
Closed Doors, grandma had no shame.
She wasn’t afraid to hurt me.
Moved from school to school,
had trouble making friends.
Everyone thought i was weird.
I started gaining trust issues since my family
was never there.
Never wanted to go home, tried everything i could
to be grandma’s baby girl.
But at the end of the day i always made her mad.
She constantly drank and made me sad.
Through that though i learned alot.
I knew she loved me, she was just gone.
Abducted by the alcohol.
It’s okay though rough times are gone.
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