Sometimes we say our family is a little crazy, maybe even unorthadox. Well evern though I love my family, their flaws, these wounds they tend to tear them selves; over come what qualities they may have that over come those nasty layers of hatred and bitterness.
A Families Self Destruction
By: Stephanie M.B.
I haven't the words
The words to say how I feel
I'm mad, but I'm sad
I'm wrong, but your right
I've told you this
But to you words are words
Only meaning anything
When good for you to show,
Your heart beats one beat
I haven't the words to tell you how this make me feel
I prove, and I prove
Though proof may never be enough
Though I give and I give
Then slashed when I take
So I'm confused
Where am I now
Where do you hold your first born
Am I the one on the highest of pedestals
Or the one so easily forgotten when faces turn the other cheek
But I haven't forgotten dear dad
How love is but two cold shoulders,
And two of his favorite words, "F**k you."
Seeing more of his back, then I do of his face
I was your first born
But you dropped me like painful weights
It has become so easy for you
To cover the sky with one hand
My family is but a broken mirror
And too busy to pick up the pieces.
Everyone walking in circles,
And falling in holes that they've dug for themselves.
The youngest yet of my family
Young Roman
My heart, how bleeds for him
He falls into a hole his mother has dug
And under the watchful eye,
Of his denial sunk grandmother.
I have a backwards family
With carless parents and reckless kids
They weep in their pity, stuck in depression
Setting up their down fall, and pulling those around them
So quick to their demise
Putting themselves in their caskets
Is this the wall we've hit?
Our self destruction.
The words to say how I feel
I'm mad, but I'm sad
I'm wrong, but your right
I've told you this
But to you words are words
Only meaning anything
When good for you to show,
Your heart beats one beat
I haven't the words to tell you how this make me feel
I prove, and I prove
Though proof may never be enough
Though I give and I give
Then slashed when I take
So I'm confused
Where am I now
Where do you hold your first born
Am I the one on the highest of pedestals
Or the one so easily forgotten when faces turn the other cheek
But I haven't forgotten dear dad
How love is but two cold shoulders,
And two of his favorite words, "F**k you."
Seeing more of his back, then I do of his face
I was your first born
But you dropped me like painful weights
It has become so easy for you
To cover the sky with one hand
My family is but a broken mirror
And too busy to pick up the pieces.
Everyone walking in circles,
And falling in holes that they've dug for themselves.
The youngest yet of my family
Young Roman
My heart, how bleeds for him
He falls into a hole his mother has dug
And under the watchful eye,
Of his denial sunk grandmother.
I have a backwards family
With carless parents and reckless kids
They weep in their pity, stuck in depression
Setting up their down fall, and pulling those around them
So quick to their demise
Putting themselves in their caskets
Is this the wall we've hit?
Our self destruction.
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