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"I'm leaving,"
....
"He's driving pretty fast, mommy..."
"Good, maybe he'll crash and die, and we'll get his money."
Everytime you fought, I ran into my room crying. Mommy, you didn't notice. Daddy, you tried to comfort me but no matter what you said I knew the same thing would happen again, and soon.
Sometimes, I feel like if it weren't for me, you two would have been fine all along.
You tell me differently every single time I say that. You tell me that it was the costs of bills. Although that isn't always true, since if I wasn't there you'd have much less to spend money on. You didn't have to get me these things.
After 13 years, Daddy, when you told me you were planning to divorce her, you could look through my forced strong exterior. You knew I wasn't okay.
That tiny neighborhood, that house, it was all my home. The woods behind the house was the only place I ever had to get away. It was one of my favorite places to be in the world. That neighborhood in general was. It still is.
But you couldn't afford to keep us in the house.
We found a half house right up the street that we could afford, but you wouldn't try hard enough to get it. Soon enough another single mom and her daughter moved in.
Daddy was never pleased with your laziness on that one.
He thought it was on purpose.
Aunt Tommi was in the house in Kettering that you grew up knowing. She was only here on vacation to visit us all, and she offered us the house for a cost we could afford.
I gave in and said that maybe it would be better.
Daddy still lives near that neighborhood. He works almost everyday, sometimes even on the weekends, which is the only time I get to see him.
I always had a better relationship with him.
You both know that.
But you won't let me live with him.
I'm home alone day by day with nothing to do but think.
There's nowhere to walk around here without getting in trouble for it.
I would risk it all to have Union back.
I know I'm doing better at the school here, but that was my home.
That was the only place I was happy.
I wish you two could have just loved eachother.
Or that you never met, and I wouldn't have to be here.
Just take me back.
I've screwed up too much since then.
I don't know what to do with anything.

Personal art is personal and I'm not asking for sympathy, I just needed to let it all out somewhere.

Description
"I'm leaving,"
....
"He's driving pretty fast, mommy..."
"Good, maybe he'll crash and die, and we'll get his money."
Everytime you fought, I ran into my room crying. Mommy, you didn't notice. Daddy, you tried to comfort me but no matter what you said I knew the same thing would happen again, and soon.
Sometimes, I feel like if it weren't for me, you two would have been fine all along.
You tell me differently every single time I say that. You tell me that it was the costs of bills. Although that isn't always true, since if I wasn't there you'd have much less to spend money on. You didn't have to get me these things.
After 13 years, Daddy, when you told me you were planning to divorce her, you could look through my forced strong exterior. You knew I wasn't okay.
That tiny neighborhood, that house, it was all my home. The woods behind the house was the only place I ever had to get away. It was one of my favorite places to be in the world. That neighborhood in general was. It still is.
But you couldn't afford to keep us in the house.
We found a half house right up the street that we could afford, but you wouldn't try hard enough to get it. Soon enough another single mom and her daughter moved in.
Daddy was never pleased with your laziness on that one.
He thought it was on purpose.
Aunt Tommi was in the house in Kettering that you grew up knowing. She was only here on vacation to visit us all, and she offered us the house for a cost we could afford.
I gave in and said that maybe it would be better.
Daddy still lives near that neighborhood. He works almost everyday, sometimes even on the weekends, which is the only time I get to see him.
I always had a better relationship with him.
You both know that.
But you won't let me live with him.
I'm home alone day by day with nothing to do but think.
There's nowhere to walk around here without getting in trouble for it.
I would risk it all to have Union back.
I know I'm doing better at the school here, but that was my home.
That was the only place I was happy.
I wish you two could have just loved eachother.
Or that you never met, and I wouldn't have to be here.
Just take me back.
I've screwed up too much since then.
I don't know what to do with anything.

Personal art is personal and I'm not asking for sympathy, I just needed to let it all out somewhere.