Random blurbs from me, Waylan.

get out.

don’t listen to the screams,
don’t put up with the scars,
quit stopping telling someone,
about when all you see is stars.

this shouldn’t be the way,
don’t let him get away,
tell all of your friends,
let them help you defend.

slash all of his tires,
break all of his windows,
write him a nice note,
it can only get better.

gather all your things,
draw out all your money,
burn that place to the ground,
never again, will he beat you down.

regularWaylan Bolin