It isn’t right to wish you are out of your home.

It isn’t right to wish that you can leave the home.

It isn’t right dread coiled in your belly when you go home.

It isn’t right to wish you do not have to return home.

It isn’t right children have to intervene to prevent quarrels between the parents.

It isn’t right that a child have to shoulder the responsibility of a parent.

It isn’t right to hope to vanish somewhere.

It isn’t right to hope to not see your family.

It isn’t right to wish to talk to anyone but there is no one to talk to.

It isn’t right to only find out that you are truly alone when you needed help the most.

It isn’t right that this can only be told to the blog anonymously.

It isn’t right that I want it all to end..

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