when i was born
the world was perfect in my eyes
a mommy
a daddy
a happy family
as i became older
as i became wiser
i realized i was wrong
the world is a tragedy
when i was 3,
he finally left
and she became a drugie
a workoholic too
i used to visit him
it used to be okay
untill i was old enough
to realize it wasnt
he was still smoking and growing it in his kitchen window
shes still a workoholic
i feel like i havent seen either of them in forever
only one i am greatful for
her
he used to beat me
when i didnt do that thing
that one thing
the thing i cringe at
the thing in my nightmares
i havent seen him in years
going on two
i dont want to either
he still haunts me
shes better now
its slowly coming back together
very slowly
i hated them all
i only hate him now
and the side that hates my dark skin
i am still emo
the family doesnt care
shes the only one
that cares for me
thats cared for me
forever she will
forever i am happy and free.