Family

I used to believe that one day
Things will be good again
But how can you trust
Your own blood when they
Have cut you deeper than
A friend ever has

The sound of your voice just
Makes me sick
And your crocodile tears
Makes me laugh
No pity in this heart
No shame in my pride

I stand strong against all odds
You can’t need what you never had
And you can’t want what never was

Holding on to memories so faint,
I can’t tell if they were real.
A dream or a nightmare
Gone from my memory
As soon as I wake.

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