I sit in my bed and I wonder.
Is it all in my head? Something to ponder.
They scream and they yell.
Is it a dream or am I truely in hell?
"There is no one to blame." I tell myslef.
"They fight all the same. Over money, over they're wealth."
"Do they care what I think?"
My heart begins to sink.
I stare at they're fists. Always in a wall or on each other.
"How did it come to this? My father? My mother? My sisters? My brothers?"
I can't take it any more. I get involved.
They tell me, "go ahead! Leave, there's the door! It's not like this problem will be solved!"
I race to my room. I bolt the door.
"This is you're fault. Rip the skin, it won't hurt any more."
And that's what I did, I gave in. And now I know, it was them who's to blame.
So, I know where you've been. Please, don't do the same.... _Matthew James Tucker
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A Sea of Poems
PoetryThis is for those who suffer from anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder. Those who struggle to smile everyday for someone else. Those who are lonely, those who are broken, those who are hurting, those who have lost, and those who need someone, or so...
