Mama's not here 'cause Daddy hit her.
Brother's not here because we fought again.
My son killed himself last week.
And I have no one to call a friend.
No one understands,
That I'm not the broken home I come from.
I am me, dealing with my own self,
And not letting my "family" define my love.
Just because I fight,
It doesn't mean I can't love.
Just because I have no family,
Doesn't mean I can't find one.
But I have Depression,
A monster I hate more than them.
It's the only thing stopping me,
I just can't pretend.
I really wish all this was over
And he could love me back.
Maybe then I'll be happy,
Turn around this nightmare black.
I'm sorry if you've misunderstood me.
I'm from a brokem home and broken,
But those two things are separate.
My heart, my vital organ--
Swollen--
Is wishing for a breath to take.
That's all.
YOU ARE READING
• love's child •
Short Storyand love had death, who in return made love proud sad short stories written by yours truly fanfic included, along with poetry/slam poetry disclaimer: i dont own any art used that i found from google or used for graphics unedited trigger warning, rea...
