Dark Halo - Poetry

Blood Isn't Family

I've frayed,
The little things are hard to do.
Who ever says blood is family
Isn't always right.
If the blood in my veins weren't genetically prone
To the alcohol my dad used to drink or the drugs
Used to tear what house we had left.
Then sure blood is family.
But nobody sees the hidden components of blood
Keeping you alive.
The skin on your wrist is perfect
But nobody sees the messy cuts letting blood
Seep out.
Blood gives you life in this messy world
You wake up to every day.
But it doesn't see your perspective
It doesn't see the fight in your body
When your family is the reason why,
You don't get out of bed.
You forget to eat sometimes.
You cry when they are sleeping
Falling apart when somewhere just
Someone outside of family
Pulls you out of the dark.
But when nobody does it's just you.
It's just you present through the pain
Only you feel and the only one experiencing
Your definition of disappearing.
It's just you putting the pieces of yourself
Back together when family was the one to rip it out.
It's just you
Alone consciously,
But family doesn't make you want to stay alive
It's your friends, teachers, counselors
Maybe just maybe they will save me.
For the beginning of my story is tragic
But hopefully the rest turns out more than okay.