Poems of a Lost Girl

Shattered glass from the past

  Glass shattering over and over again in my head, the image of a perfect family, with perfect smiles, now covered in what remains of a picture frame. 

You can still make out the words "FAKE" written in red lipstick on the scattered shards, my heart is pounding, the world around me relaxed as the aftermath begins now I've committed my most recent sin.

I remember that moment so vividly it feels like it just happened.
Their laughter, over flowing glasses of wine, the taunts, the fake smiles, it all got to my mind! I was driving my self crazy, their voices spinning circles 'round my head!

As I held the picture frame so tightly, the same one i used to admire nightly, now sits on my lap with a knife stuck in the glass. As I'm forced to relive the past, i can hear myself scream "You're all fake pieces of shit! You are all fucking dead to me! How could you do this to me?!" and it echos as if it were a dream.

 My stomach is sick, doing back flips I feel like i'm going to retch. I can't get their voices out of my head, in moments like these i wish they were all dead, it's terrible, it's awful, its fucked up. but if you knew what I knew, and had saw what i'd seen, you be in my place, you'd be ready to scream.

 "I fucking hate you! I hate your sick smiles, your fake laughter smells of cheap wine and your full of fucking lies!!" I stab the frame again, my aunt's chest it blows right through, another perfect circle crack in the glass.

I'm only somewhat satisfied as her laughter ends at last. I do a double take at the door, it's still latched. 

So I raise the knife again, another stab lands right in my cousin's dad, the uncle i never knew. "You took everything from me!!! She didn't even know you!" I bellowed, before snapping the frame in half. Glass shattered all over my lap.

 I'm left in silence, silence of the aftermath; A broken heart, a screaming soul, soothed at last,