On my own

by Rhiannon   Sep 10, 2006


I want out,
out of this place i call home,
There is nothing left here for me

Not family,
not love,
no even caring arms,
Just hatred and anger toward me.

So I'm packing up my things,
I'm leaving without a trace,
they will never know i left.

So here i go,
I'm on my own!

By: Rhiannon Lee

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