Alice

Bitter silence echoes.

Family is home.
          I don't care, if they are blood related or not blood related.
          They?
          They are home.
          And I love them.
          I love them all.
          

You will always be family to me.

I hate the way you made me smile, and the way you made me laugh.
          I hate the way you took a knife and stabbed it in my back.
          I hate those fucking lies, so perfectly disguised.
          But mostly I hate the nights that I spent, thinking of you.

  Where are you.

Can't let go, Can't hold on.
          Why does this hurt me so?
          Did you ever love me?

I hate how everything is so quiet.