Let me choose a world where I don't have to hide my scars. Why must I be born if I'm welcomed with curses?

Why must I not shed my tears when I find yet another scar on my heart?

Allow me to choose the body in which I live.

Allow me to choose the life I want to live with.

Show me the key to free myself from the dark.

Let me choose the circumstance that I face for my parent's mistake.

I mistook my family to be a perfect one.

But it feels like the mistake is on me for not realising this sooner.

Why must I face the punishment of my parent's mistake?

Was I born to be a witness to these fights?

Why can't I look up to them like every other child?

I'm done curling in the corner of my room, trying to keep my vision clear from the tears of a broken heart and covering my ears from the screams and yells heard through the thin walls.

Why can't I be selfish when I make a mark on my wrist?

At this point, I don't know if I'm living or surviving.

Take me away from where I'm welcomed with yelling and hate.

Let me live a life where I have the option to heal.

Give me the key to release me from this dark.

oh, what I would do to free me from these four walls of hell, which I'm supposed to call home.

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