I woke up this morning in the room I grew up in.I watched as my body laid limb.I hear the hollering from downstairs of my younger brother.I went down the old staircase to see my family enjoying their sunday brunch,maybe they thought I slept in.I took a walk with my brother as he walked our dog.I watched as my dog stood in the wind,standing tall and proud,oh how I wished they were happy now.I left my brother when we got back to the house,I had strolled down to the park I once hung out at alone to hide all the feelings I onced owned.It was soon becoming dark and I knew I must get home.I walked through the door saying hello.As I saw my mother fall to ground screaming out my name,my brother sitting next to her confused,and my father stood there without a word to say.
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PoetryGroup of poems combined together...not much to it,other than you'll have to read it for yourself. **Will be edited all the time**
