![]() As a childA Poem by May Fosnes
I never had a lock
on my bedroom door. Scratch that- In my first home I remember, I locked my door and fell asleep to wake and find my mother busting the door down in a panic. She loves me so much. I wish I had more. I want to die. and by that I mean I want to go; I mean I can't breath; I mean the pains of life are, at times, too much to bare. I just want... Will I ever stop feeling like that child who used to, still does, sit on the bathroom floor for hours because its the only room with a lock.
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