dad was sick mom was tired
my sister was trouble while
grandma was wired.
the house is a mess
and I wonder why I even bother
I just couldn't wait any longer.
I was ready for the pain
one night I left
and dad took the blame
because you can't fix an addict
who was no longer the same.
+ SHAWN MENDES WAS FUCKING GR8 LAST NIGHT
YOU ARE READING
astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
