Our Destruction

In the wake of destruction of us i cant seem to find the pieces through the rubble to make us whole again. We are dead set in a war zone and i forgot to bring my gas mask for the despair. Winding, twisting, burning that's all i know that we are good at anymore. Not enough cigarettes could make me forget the turmoil inside, its like a virus that is slowly decaying my heart. I don't know if its worth it anymore to stay sober, because i know if i do just like us i will crumble into nothingness. I wonder if losing me would even be a loss at this point. Your anger etches your words with poison and i think you forgot to make an antidote. So i'll let go and hope that's what you want because in the end i'm not who you want so i'll slowly disappear.                                                                                                                                                                                                        

This poem is about: 
My family

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