home life
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A life of hardship awaits ln the past.
For Hell on Earth has passed me by.
Funny how the worst times flow slow.
The best go too quick.
What Hell did I live for so long?
Full of work and study was it?
There are cracks in the sidewalk that represent my life;A broken home;A broken family;Needing something to mold to.I've become the flower sprouting throughThat people tend to walk upon.
With stress of home
Rain clouds formed;
My head became a thunderstorm.
All these mantras,
Words,
Beliefs,
Filled my head
Like popping corn.
Until one day,
The top flew off,
My lost little boy cold and alone I couldn't know you I couldn't hold you
Nothing could ever repair the damage
Nothing could ever mend a heart so broken
My lost little boy now grown up and full of hate
Fighting, it's all that they can stand to do.
Crying silently, I ask myself why they constantly argue.
It is not my mother and father that argue; for that has long past
Mom,
Would you listen?
Would you understand?
If I could tell you
How I despise the man
You have forced me to know.
I want you to know
No longer can I open up
The first time he tried to teach me to drive stick
I crumbled over the steering wheel
chest heaving as though an earthquake
had pried open my ribcage,
my lungs having too much space to breathe.
