Poems

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And you wonder why our family is falling apart...
My father. He's such a nice man, caring person.
But oh god his sickness has stole his mind
He spends everything on anything to make it feel better
Even if it means to spend my siblings uni money
Even if it means lying to my mothers face
And running out and hiding with other sketchy people
Even if it means lashing out in the most horrible way
To my brother who i swear, my father causes
Teaches and gives discipline to without warning
But it's natural right?
My father is in pain
I can only imagine a life riddled with sickness
Non stop coughing and fits
My father may look fine and he can still smile
That reaches the edges of his face
But I swear, he's losing himself
In the mix of sickness and stress

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