because.

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because it's 3 am
and all I can think about
is how things will never
be the same.
Dad won't kiss mom anymore
and brother
parties until
he forgets his name.
I cry until my head hurts
because
the veil has fallen
and now I can see how things really are.
Once a little girl
that laughed at everything
a little girl
that didn't know about our vicious little world
is now a teen
that wants to feel okay again.
I want to drink until
I am numb.
I honestly
wouldn't care if I died now
because then
I don't have to deal
with what you call
humanity.

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