as a little girl
i slept on clouds and
got whatever i wanted
but
momma didn't get out of bed often
my step dad always played video games
and always told me to play my own
lunch was never on the table or packed
my autistic brother would scream
and try to kill anything in his path
i slept on clouds for protection
and asked for games to keep me busy
because it's a lonely life
being "spoiled"
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✔️Fragments | Original Poetry | COMPLETE
Poetrywhen it comes down to it, my heart has been shattered for a long time now. i'm just hoping if i write it all down i can make the fragments tangible and they can be pieced back together