My parents weren't married, so it wasn't a divorce.
They split up when I was seven, about to be eight.
Daddy treated mommy with so much force,
He spoke with so much hate.
I was in the next room over,
Listening to every word.
Wishing it were over.
Heard her breaking like the wing of a bird.
My sister was five,
So she didn't understand.
She thought it was fine.
She would still hold my hand.
I didn't tell her, she found out on her own.
After school, dad was leaving.
He left our broken home.
Stopped this little girl from dreaming.
I still saw daddy on the weekends,
He tried to play hero.
Daddy liked to pretend.
Pretended he wasn't just a zero.
Mommy put on a smile,
Did her best to be a single mom.
But for a while,
It impacted her like a bomb.
This broken home has turned to dust.
Only lies kept it together.
But to be a family, you need trust.
So is it gone forever?
It's been almost eight years since they split,
Mom married a man named Mike.
I don't like him, she doesn't give a shit.
Maybe it's cos nothing's all right.
I know everything happens for a reason.
Nothing is forever.
But maybe I want to spend this Christmas season,
My real family together...
Maybe I'm still a child inside.
But you'd be upset too, if your family never loved you.
Seeing families together while you cried.
Your perfect life split in two.
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My Scars Exposed #wattys2018
Poetry"We've all got our horrors and our demons to fight. But how can I win when I'm paralyzed?"-Bring Me The Horizon Poetry has been a big part of my life for a long time now. I express my feelings on these pages (screens?) because sometimes it's hard to...
