so much pain for someone so young,
i didn't deserve it and you know it too
now watch my face as i pretend to feel no pain
i want to go back to a time before it was too late
i hate these people
i hate this house
they don't even know how many fucking times i cried because of them
the thing is
my hands are shaking and my tears are falling
and god! i don't want to do this anymore
it's always my fault, isn't it?
can someone please be proud of me?
like fuck, i'm trying!
but i just slowly fade away
and no one even notices
blood doesn't always mean family,
so don't tell me this is home!
(is it all my fault?)
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]