broken home
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Hear my battle cry
For the addict’s cries
Who will listen?
God witness these baby's being born
To rotten situations
See the dying breed of this nation
All addicts made to be forsaken
I am a product of a broken home
A summation of lost love
intertwined with lost trust
My parents broke my trust
My family tells me I am a perfect mix of
My mother and my father
He told me I was becoming my mother.A statement that meant,I could do better.They said I look just like her.How the ocean floods my eyes when my heart, Catches on fire,From beating too fast.
Dear Father,
I guess you were the onewho was supposed to show me how this works.The ins and outs of love,living, learning, and putting my happiness first.
Dear Daddy,
Growing up, you were my role model. I’m not exactly sure why, but I was always your little girl.
He stuns me with a slap back
"Can you take that?
I'll take you to your mom's in the hatchback."
He throughs me over the shoulder,
mannerisms growing colder.
Throwing tears into a holster
I’ve been through a lot,No one would have thought.All my sweet smiles,The hugs I give in piles.
she dips her makeup brush in gunpowder instead of eyeshadow
because her mother was a soldier and her father was a poet,
My house smells of bleach and burnt pancakes.
The sound of my parents screaming at each other
echoes through the off-white halls.
My brother skulks in the corner
you can runbut you cant hidethe Rules of societyi refuse to abidewhat would you expectwith parents like Bonnie an Clyde
In a loveless patch the seed was sown
A barren field of thorn
Then tears rained down from Heaven's face
Where heavy hearts have scorn
Grandfather,
If I can call you that,
Would you have loved me as a child of your child?
That is what I am.
You left my mother so many times,
Wounded a part of her spirit she doesn’t like to show,
You are ungrateful
Lost in a world
Where alcohol is your therapist
And you hit your little girl
She cries when she touches
The bruise on her face
A soft and plush cheek
I wake up to these four walls each and everyday
My cold room, this broken house, all take it's toll on me
No food to eat, dirty clothes to wear, no money in the bank
