The bad church
You told me I could trust you, you said we were like family. But I don’t remember family, purposely trying to destroy me. You hurt me, I never could understand the pain you made me experience. You laughed at me, I never understood what was funny? Were you laughing at my tears, my screams, my cries? You mentally killed me, because in my head I was already dead. How much more can a 15 year old take?
(2016)
