My grandmother was not a brave women.
but she knew how to break,
she knew that you cant shatter first,
first you have to crack,
and she did.
My grandmother was not a brave women.
But she knew how to break,
and as she laid in bed holding her own mother,
watching the life blood seep out of her veins,
she ripped open her own chest
and stared at her heart to make sure
that there were still enough pieces
to Scotch tape back together,
my grandmother was not a brave women.
But she knew that if she didn't use that Scotch tape,
the day would come where her father would
pull the trigger of the gun in his mouth,
regardless that day came like rain on a cloudy day,
and once again her chest was ripped open,
you see each time she broke the pieces got smaller, and smaller
My grandmother was not a brave women.
But she knew that she had to keep what was left of that scotch tape,
because my grandmother might not have been brave but she was smart
and she knew that once you've been broken it doesn't stop.
three years later, two broken hearts became one.
But because of the Demons she couldn't keep out,
Half of that heart left with his secretary.
She woke up alone in a house,
with five little newly broken hearts,
And half of a heart for herself.
My grandmother was not a brave women.
but with only half a heart who could be?
So with only 2 pieces of a heart left,
she decided to improvise Scotch tape,
with real scotch and cigarettes.
suddenly she was her mother,
being carried upstairs by and eleven yea old boy,
and she watched as he ripped open his
own chest and used her Scotch tape.
You see, its not that she didn't love her children,
its that her heart was now so small, that there wasn't enough room.
She died in a hospital bed at the age of 52,
The doctors said it was because her lungs had gone bad,
But I think what Finally killed her,
was that last crack down the center of her now minuscule heart.
The crack that finally, made her shatter.
My grandmother was not a brave women,
but she knew how to break
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