everything seemed good
like it should
our family felt perfect
until all of the conflict
first, i heard them arguing
thought it was a one time thing
until it was frequent,
and more inconvenient
me and my brother stayed together
as it felt that we only had each other
as we filmed the fights
to protect our rights
lasted for some years
i shed so many tears
i became to grow jealous
of the families who didnt go through this
like mine had to
i just didnt know what i could do
to fix this broken family
and be perfect again
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the reality of mental health
Poetry"you're a complicated person to love, and care for" "i know" i say "i deal with it every day" TW: sh, si, & mental illness. feel free to skip if you get triggered by these things #2 in poem collection (2.27.24) #1 in poem collection (4.12.24)
