poem by: Frank Byrne/Hornby..
Written on Jan 19, 2018

"Another miserable bloody Sunday, my mum is arguing again,...with him,
I can't stomach all this fighting, the future looks bloody grim.
Why bother being married? When all they do, is fight!
Is this all there is to living? Surely something isn't right.
I can't wait to leave this fuckin' place! can't wait to get away,
but I don't want to leave her alone with..him, otherwise I'd leave today.
Will she ever find true happiness? instead of living lies,
but she will only learn to smile again...when the evil bastard dies!"


Tags: Confused, Anger, Sad, Pain, Hate,

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Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Jan 19, 2018 at 12:15pm
........Thoughts of a 14yr old......


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