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Another day in the life of my family
We don't smile
And hug
And love
Like a normal family might
We cry
And scream
And hate
Downstaris my sister is crying
My father screaming at her
For something I fucked up
He yells at her because he knows
He can scare her
He knows she's too small to fight back
He won't yell at me until he's calmed down
Because I'm not so small
And he knows if he comes after me
I'll kill him
And I mean that
From what I hear, prison is better than this place anyway

My mom strains her voice
Spewing threats at me
About what she's going to do to me
As soon as she can prove I'm on drugs
She doesn't know that she's right about my vices
To her, it's just something to scream about
But all the same, can you blame me?
The weed, pills, booze, acid, and everything else
Are my only escape from how bad things really are
They're the only reason I've lasted this long
And I know it's only going to get worse

I'm not a bad person
Doing whatever he wants
Without a thought for anyone else
Or even himself
I'm a good person
In a bad place
At a bad time
Who's just doing what he has to

I've tried looking back on my past
Through tear-stained eyes
Trying to find what went wrong
And all I've learned
Is that it's too late to change anything now



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On Thursday August 23rd, 2007, unspeakable truth (148) writes:
This will haunt me as age and time passing show to much truth. How hard it is to explain that the way out it through, and not through that what can take this away and make it all pretty.


On Thursday August 23rd, 2007, unspeakable truth (148) writes:
The path walked will be by our own mindset and to learn through others is particularly hard, even if the road was similar. What happens though in the end is all to true....


On Thursday August 23rd, 2007, unspeakable truth (148) writes:
time and time again proven that if we don’t deal, find a way to take a stand to save ourselves, then time will eat us alive. Hiding in the head trip as I think damn how easy it is to be there, serves to further chain us.


On Thursday August 23rd, 2007, unspeakable truth (148) writes:
Each and everything we hide from will return one day, and collect up with interest. It is almost as if we must deal, or lest we be destroyed, and never by another. No one can destroy our souls, we ourselves only have the capacity to do that.


On Thursday August 23rd, 2007, unspeakable truth (148) writes:
While it all hurts right now, remember you are worth life in all its glory. And it is ever changing as nothing is set in stone. Don’t ever let anything take away you, rip you up and leave you just a shell…


On Thursday August 23rd, 2007, melinoe (68) writes:
This sounds awefully familar.. I would thought it a lie if anyone ever told me this, but truely, it does get better. Escaping my family was the best thing that ever happened to me. Who knows what the future holds?



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