Great Memories, Become Terrible Memories..

Thu, 01/14/2016 - 12:30 -- CheyNan

Happy, and joyful kids.

Making great memories.

Days become darker

Oldest kid takes care of younger siblings

Mother comes home late every night with a new man

Noone to call Dad. Or Mom...

 Life is a blur.

Young Adult now understandsher Moms ways.

Killing herself with a needle.

Killng her family with her.

No one to call, "mother"

Making terrible memories.


This poem is about: 
My family


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