Never my true home.

Never my true home.

A Story by August R Lalanne
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A young child going through abuse at home everyday but he can't call it home.

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I'll be coming home after school like normal. Just to be alone though i'd rather be alone than have you home. i don't check your room cause I know you're not there.
And I know that you don't care you never have about me.I can hardly wait to leave this place!

No matter how hard I try if its at school or at home. You're never satisfied this is not our home. This house is a war zone. I think I'm better off alone you always disappear going to get beer. Even when your here you are too drunk to know i am here.

This is not my home,I think I'm better of alone dad would roll in his grave. What have you done to me and things you have said. He would have saved me from you! Home!
This is not Home!

This house is not a Home! By the time you come home your already drunk. You turn off the t.v and you shove me. And you scream at me! I can hardly wait til you fall in your grave.

No matter how hard I try, mother i cry you're never satisfied. This is not our home not when you are here. You always disappear even when your here i feel like it a nightmare i can't wake up from. This is not my home i think I'm better off dead.

© 2018 August R Lalanne


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Added on May 15, 2018
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August R Lalanne
August R Lalanne

Indianapolis, IN



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