Mother father why must it be so growing up is so bothersome I would rather be a child oblivious to all the pain. Constant arguments constantly wondering how to cover the child's ears to protect them. Always choosing sides why? Why must I constantly cry these tears of stress and regret. Always feeling as if though it's all our fault. But for a moment to believe that it's not all our fault that our home isn't broken those lies are precious to me and for a moment now to go back to those lies I could be complete but I will never know because I live in a broken home.
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IT's Okay To Not Be Okay
PoetryJust because you say your okay doesn't mean you are and that is alright so don't keep your head down because even when you think your alone someone is always there, Because it really is okay not to be okay.
