please get me the fuck out of this hell hole called my mothers house!
or at least give her some fucking brains to not mess up the home network or turn the house into one huge pile of shit like it is right now!
i need to get the fuck out of here.
ARG!
Blue
i remember the song playing on the radio. some European techno.
we drove up the long driveway to the home of hundreds. it was a nice place. a quiet, contemporary mansion, complete with two black labs and a wind-around porch.
there were girls sitting on the second floor balcony, and more scattered throughout the fields the balcony overlooked.
my cousin turned the techno song down and was reminiscing about the time he took his little sister away to boarding school.
i didn’t want to listen to him though.
i felt the tears swell like balloons in my eyes as i turned up the volume of Blue Da Ba Dee.
i wrote “Blue” too. i’m on a roll today!
By the way, both “Violin” and “Trapped” were written and copywritten by yours truly. so please don’t steal them!
Trapped
Help
I am trapped.
Help. I can not move.
Sorrow.
Anger.
Confusion.
Compounded into one.
Gun.
Drugs.
Hate.
Help. I can not move.
Padded walls.
Iron bars.
Wooden box.
Help. I can not move.
Please.
Help me. I am trapped.
I can not move.
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