I used to think that life was all fun,
But that was before I shot off that gun.Mother, Father, Sister, and Brother,
You led me to this when you didn't bother.Scars on my arms and scars in my heart,
There was no one to hold me when I fell apart.
My life was a mess and no one was there.
Even the family didn't seem to care.
Mother was busy and dad in a pout.
Sister was little and brother was out.Father, Mother, Sister and Brother,
You led me to this when you didn't bother.And now that I'm dead, you stay up and cry.
You never saw that my smile was a lie.Mother, Father, Sister and Brother
You led me to this 'cause you couldn't bother.
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Recuérdame
PoesíaA collection of poems about finding my voice in the telling of my own stories