your lesser hell

because "hell is a teenage girl" and i am in fact a teenage girl.

I have a darkness inside of me
That could blot out the sun.

Have a heart; I have become the champion
Of my father, the martyr
Of my mother, the guardian
Of my brother, and all at once
The monster which you so easily
Left to suffer.

Have a heart; I am sorry that I
Ripped out my own long ago.

The End

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