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SparrowCategory: broken family
Monday, 9 December 2013
06:50:00 PM (GMT)
That's what I like to call it
We are not the ones to hold hand in hand at the dinner table
Praying for our safety
We are the ones t hide away and fight
Fight what
Each other

Not a day goes by without someone yelling
Whether it's me or my siblings
Even my parents, especially
I can leave the room and immediately here the hate they give to each other
How broken we are

He hits her
He threatens her
His own parents watching him do this
Watching him become them
They are proud

This monster travels body to body
Goodbye brother
You're gone to jail
I'll miss you
I didn't mean anything I said to you

Goodbye mother
You're despair can't carry you no longer
Your daughter's gone away
Your husband left without a say
All there's left is me and my emptiness

My emptiness
I can't catch a breath of fresh air during my drown
It wouldn't be worth the loss of a loved one
Or the everyday pain of giving fake excuses
You all know what happened
Why must you ask

Nobody seems to be around to notice
That the ache in my eyes is starting to hurt
Until I'm no longer to open them
And my mother will be alone 

I can't see her cry anymore
My poor fathers genes are in me
I can't do anything because of it
I can hardly write
Or even breathe
I can't do it right
I'm a failure

Broken is what describes almost everything in my life
I love my loved ones
I have two left
They're far away
And soon I'll be no where near them
The city's at fault

I can't breathe anymore
I can't do anything anymore
I can't stand the constant war going on outside my bedroom door
I can't stand to listen to the fights and hatred

Goodbye my sister
You left with your boyfriend because you think he loves you more than us
More than your own mother
More than me
I hear mom cursing your name
The betrayal you gave her
Gave me
You're gone

My brother's going away after Christmas 
My sister's never coming home
My father left 
And my mother isn't doing okay

Broken is what we are
What we were
And what we always will be

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