my mom used to sleep a lot
and with her sleep came sadness
and with her sadness came no movement
my brother used to be oblivious
and with this he didn't see
and when he didn't see i had to
i used to be afraid
and with my fear came strength
and with my strength came memories
my dad used to be able to afford his own house
and without a house he lives with his sister
and while living with his sister he has become depressed
all of us are torn apart in our own ways
my parents are divorced
my brother is blinded by tv screens
i am an outlier
yet in our own way
and in our own worlds
we coexist
YOU ARE READING
eyelids
Poesia*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* this is for when you're up late at night wondering "where did it go wrong?" *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
