Early memory,
The first time I ever broke my ankle,
My father seemed like superman the way he seemingly stopped the pain,
I loved my broken family,
Later memories,
I don't know if superman is dead or if my father was the villian all along,
I've learned to not love anyone and i've learned the only way to live is distance,
I find peace only in songs,
I can get close to them,
But nothing else,
In some of books there are happy endings,
But this is no book,
I learned to hide how I feel,
You'll find me smiling so bright on rainy days,
I feel safe,
I am not anti social,
I crave company for all the wrong reasons,
He does not hurt me when company is around,
Now.
I am a girl trapped in her own mind,
But is this comfort or hate I feel,
He took everything I loved away- superman is dead.
I've lost everything,
Trapped in memories.
