Acosmist Dysphoria

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And I'm lost.
My mother throws me a fork,
And expects me to kill
Demons.
My father throws me a smile,
A laugh from time to time.
He says it will be just fine.
That He loves me so much.
But i know,
He thinks I don't, but I do.
The way he drinks in secret,
The last night trips to the kitchen
Eating his feelings.
The way he falls asleep mid-day,
And wakes groggy and lost.
The silent cries of agony.
My father is lost.
My mother close-minded.
And me.
Already gone,
Walking in a dead body.