This is a house of strangers.
A building not a home.
The stairs are a divider
Between two worlds on their own.
They intersect so suddenly that before they even start,
There comes another fight that rips the worlds apart.
We used to know eachother and then we drift away.
No more good mornings or hey how was your day.
A family that seems happy, picture perfect if you will.
Defenition of dysfunction, fighting til were ill.
When you open up the door to the house thats not a home.
We'll be the perfect family until were left alone.
Its acctually quite depressing when two worlds dont cross.
I love you are just empty words meaning has been lost.
When we do spend time together it usually ends up bad
Someone ends up fighting and its really very sad.
This is a house of strangers.
People I used to know.
A family a part of me,
That no one really ever knows.
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Poems From an Almost Dead Girl
ПоэзияJust a teenager struggling with life who likes poetry. This is a bunch of original poems written all by me some were written during tough times in my life and are old while others are fairly new.I hope you enjoy them.
