Why me?
Why was I chosen to be born into a house of tragedy
A family full of love but without lovers
A love that has become twisted over the years and instead of happiness there's tears
But has yet seen the light that Greed has taken from us
I am the High Priestess of my house and
I have told nothing but the truth
Revealing his true colors
Why does she not listen?
Why must my guardian angel be so hard headed
So stubborn
She has worked far too hard
Far too long
To receive a corrupted love such as this
A corrupt life
When all she wanted was to be cherished as a wife
A happy family that may have its off days
But can never count the amount of love they have for each other
The ways they show it
From their words to their facial expressions
To their laughter and tears
How she longs for that music to reach her ears
Why won't he let us help him?
Greed has been angry
Depressed for too long
Alas, the alcohol is too strong to pull him away
He screams at us to leave him
He wants to stay
Wallowing in self hatred then collapsing into bed
When he wakes
Eyes filled red
I must hide
My mind wanting to fight
To protect her
To help him
Why must I be cursed to live this life?
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In the Back Seat
PoetryThis is basically a poetry book of just about everything that's happened in my life I get really fuckin personal in these and that's not exactly my comfort zone so bear with me And sorry if some of my poems are too long or too short
