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A broken familyA broken home.
A broken child.
A toy left un-played with.
A child with no more innocence.
A broken family.
A mother too filled with fright to stop the pain.
Too filled with fright get help.
A broken family.
A father too drunk to remember.
Too angry to stop himself from hurting the ones he "loves".
A broken family.
A broken home.
Filled with broken people
My undying friendChills run down my spine.
Goose bump cover my body
Tears threaten to spill.
And I'm left with nothing but an empty shell.
Music fills my ears with violins and pianos that play a sad melody of love, rejection, and betrayal.
I am confused.
I'm not sure about anything anymore.
My once sure mind has now crumbled into nothing more than a thought that once was.
My lips tremble at the thought of losing you.
My dear friend.
I have lost too much in the past.
The pain has left a scar that reminds me to not repeat my mistakes.
I hide myself behind my wall.
My wall of pure terror.
Now that I have found someone as sincere as you I wish to grow,
If are willing to help.
I will try to forget my past and cover my scar to look forward to the future.
A future that I can only hope for the best.
And hope to share it with you.
You are my undying friend.
A sister, so close that no one should be able to separate us.
A sister that does not need blood to be family.
Thank you, for showing me.
Sometimes I think...Sometimes I think your annoyed at the things I say and do.
Sometimes I think you hate me because of the things from my past.
Sometimes I think you wish you never would have meet me.
Sometimes I think you don't want to be near me.
Sometimes I think you say you can't hang out because you just don't want to.
Sometimes I think you don't like me at all.
Sometimes I think I'm better off alone.
And sometimes I separate myself because of these reasons.
And these reasons make me wish I was gone.
And sometimes... I actually do try to leave...
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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