3:30pm

My Reality

My parents, they're splitting apart.
How do I deal with this?

My reality, it's shattering.
My whole life, my world, my reality, my usual—
It's splitting apart at the seams.

I don't want this; I want my parents back.
The ones who were cheesy,
The ones who'd flirt in front of me,
The ones who were happy.

Now they're splitting,
I have no one to turn to.
Feels like ___ doesn't care,
Me and _______ don't talk,
And I trust none of my friends.

I only trusted ______ with this.
I can't pretend I'm fine.
I hate this; I want my family, not this.

Please, Mommy and Daddy, get back together.
I can't take this; I just want to run, escape it all.
I can't do this.

Please, come back.
Come back, simple days, come back.
Take me back, back to those days.
Please, I can't do this.

I need them, both of them.
I heard Mom call me "my daughter"
And correct Dad when he said "our daughter."
I'm not just her daughter, dammit, I'm both their kid.
I'm his daughter, and I'm her daughter.
How could she say that to him?

I don't want this; I'm not okay with this.
This isn't right; please, bring me back to those old days,
Or take me back.

This isn't right, please.
I swear, I'll be on my best behavior,
I won't talk back, I'll be good,
Just go back, be normal.

Please, I can't do this.
Please, don't do this to me.
What have I done to deserve this?

Please, I want my family back.
This isn't my family.
I can't choose my mom or dad; I need them both.
Please, just please don't do this.