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A knock on the door and I let you in All that started it was a spark, there was oxygen of course The fire started in the place that fires do The fire place is where it started in the first place
You call yourself a family but live so unhappily mom smiles in people’s face but when she’s home puts people in their place Dad stays quiet , don’t know what to say depressed with the life he live
His fist hits me straight in my face my missing teeth he cannot replace The Thrill and enjoyment of beating his child The look in his eyes animalistic and wild
I’ll never forget that horrifying day when they said my brother had passed away They said when it happened he felt no pain
“It” can be many things. Together, “they” stitched the dreams, And were all “him” in the fabrication of sleep. “It” is also female. Alone, “she” wears and tears the tapestry.
Dysfunctional Family Let me introduce you to a family They're one of a kind. You learn to love and respect them once you get a look at their dysfunctional minds. Let's meet dysfunctional dad.
Bloody carnations, stamped down flat into sizzling concrete;The smell of their demise is sickly sweet.It's caught in my lungs, filling them up as thoughAll the air I now breathe is just tar--
Nails peel cracking, uneven- some long, some short
91 words that make you feel like a full and blooming flower. Ethereal Fresh Dewy Soft Running out of words like An Olympic track athlete running from the nightmares of a broken childhood.
You say I don't care about my motherBut really you just don't underst
All the lies they told me should send someone to PRISON/and yet it has on the account of no JUDGES decision "How?", so often the question is asked/ Well, like this/