Emotional English Poem by Barlot ...

Half of my heart is a question mark
Ending the sentence of your tyrrany
Threatening to set me free-
More like handing over a golden ticket.
Abusive is what you are
And have been in all my memories
How can I expect other to love me...
When the door slams?
And here I sit
A soul of sixteen-
All of my broken being...
Jumbles into that same old sentence
Ending with a question mark.
You scream for me to grow up
But that's where the problem lies
Every second around you, my childhood dies
We all know it has no afterlife
Because the door slams.
I'm grasping at straws here
But you're too occupied to see
Too much time with cocaine straws
Not enough time for me.
Even if it were an illusion-
Time, that is-
Your hatred isn't the solution
Take it from your DNA
The only way to solve a problem
If simply to run...
Far away.
But if it's not too much to ask
I do have a request:
Leave the door open for me.