child of a divorcee
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Maybe you think I can take it
But that’s just ‘cause you’ve never seen me break yet
In fact, all you’ve ever seen me do is fake it
You think that I’m okay but you’re mistaken, chasin’
All my life I fit right in
But you took perfection and dropped a pin
Your sudden clatter changed my fate
I was Heaven bound but at Satan’s gate
Life, being split in half
Never the same again
Crying, it never ends
I can't defend myself
From all the feelings
Deep beneath, not hard to reach
If just they could see
How much it hurts me
Life, being split in half
Never the same again
Crying, it never ends
I can't defend myself
From all the feelings
Deep beneath, not hard to reach
If just they could see
How much it hurts me
I remember the confusion day after day,
only a child and oblivious to the world.
I remember hearing my mother pray
please, hear us and heal us.
It’s hard to remember but sometimes I think of my neighbor’s garage. It was silver and white. He gave me a pair of vintage suitcases that had travelled to Paris. They were blue. I went to the emergency room twice as a kid.
children hear.
they hear the talking turning to yelling
they’ll wander downstairs, say they couldn’t sleep, could we watch tv?
I was five the first time I heard my parents fight,Their tongues forking lightning in flippant tones.Even now I can hear the resounding booms that shook our home,And people wonder why I’m terrified of thunderstorms. I was nine the first time the w
Nineteen years ago,
Your son was born,
A beautiful boy with
Serious brown eyes and
Contempt for parental contact.
Seventeen years ago,
I entered the world,
An ugly pink piglet with
My heart hurts but all I can do is remember what it was it was like before
There was no pain
Not like this anyway
I was Happier
I was Kinder
I was Whole
Now I'm broken
SEPARATION
~Linus
Here they go again
All these fights won't ever end
The kids are crying. There's no more trying.
And your job needs you to work late
I see you walking out the door
"Listen to the forest. Breathe; this is home."
When I say this to myself, I am you.
I become Daddy's footprints.
My first steps were on top of feet
with fingers held in weathered hands
I was still a child when you took your lies,
And slid them between my fourth and fifth ribs.
I cried that night,
And for the first time I didn’t wish you were there to hold me.
I still see echoes of you,
Words become unspoken
memories are left to be broken
distance seperates you from me,
and time gets in the way of everything
don't blame me
I'm just a human being
My emotions wilt like a will tree
Alone, cold, hopeless
Searching for Light in the dark
Found by the Father
