a lost kid

finding her fam,

pls dont tell me I have already had one.

c’mon it couldn’t be called a fam. where the man scolded and hit the woman. 'you.dumb.slut. bitch.pussy'

slap.kick.beat.punch

lie. hated. heartless

that’s all we call a family?

‘my fam’ all are emotionally immature children

everyone calls me a good kid, a docile daughter,

but all I want to do is run away from this rascality.

my hated,

my anxiety,

my panic,

I place all of them in a balloon called ‘my unspoken words’

and it almost blows up.

soon

everything breaks my heart origin from this stuff

I wish I could heal my pain myself.

but.

so,

hug me, just a moment, despite this fking nasty weather.

tell me I’m not the only guy who has no fam today. thank you.