A Broken HomeFalse words And sewn-on smiles Save us from the truth.A Broken Home
This house is broken.
We all pretend Everything is fine As we watch
Alcohol and prescription drugs Slowly eat away at my mother, Killing her.
We all pretend Everything is fine When my step-dad Looses another job And we can’t afford the house payment.
We all pretend
Everything is fine But we’re dying inside Killing each other With every word that we don’t say.
But really, We’ll never be fine. Nothing will ever change
The breath before the stormA weary breath before the storm Eyes held shut, afraid to see Muscles tense, awaiting pain Alone I sit and weepThe breath before the storm
Even wind is hesitating As it rustles through the leaves A solitary rain drop falls Barely noticed, storm clouds grow
Even in sleep my teeth are clenched Against an unknown foe Thunder sounds across the distance This is the path I chose
NumbersOne Two One Two One Two I count off in my head as I walk down the street. Numbers are nice. Numbers are safe. You can’t go wrong with numbers. There’s no pain attached, no thought, just quick bits of noise stuck together. One, Two. One, Two. One two one two onetwoonetwo… Not walking. Jogging. Harder to think that way.Numbers
Someone’s across the street. Do I know them? No, I don’t know them. Wouldn’t matter if I did. I’m alone. Lots of people, no friends. No love. No hope. I’m trapped. Trapped. Alone. Trapped. Alone. It starts to rain. Rain starts to form puddles. I can hear the rain splash onto the ground. Plip, plot, plip, plop.I keep
i really apprecaite it!
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That is happiness; to be dissolved into something completely great.
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God luck and good speed.
Cheers
karen
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The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.
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