Not Welcome
Four days.Four days since the last time I saw you.
Four days since the last words I spoke to you.
Stealing money, not going to work, not coming home, no phone calls, Nothing.
Well Fuck You too.
Saying its hard on you won't work anymore.
What the hell do you think I go through?
Mom and Dad saying you’re not welcome in this house, locking doors, and putting keys away.
But still you get in, somehow when we're gone.
How, just tell me this?
Why wait till we're gone and the doors are locked?
Well its for sure now Buddy,
Your not coming back.
You’re gone.
And I feel... mixed,
Happy that you will leave so the endless fights will silence, but you’re my brother…
Don't you see you've had it pretty damn good?
A home, food, money (that’s not yours), and a job that hasn’t fired you yet.
A Family that cares where you are.
But Family isn't in your dictionary; you put us on the side of the street like trash.
A Family with a sister who has to leave the room when you guys
fight, to cry alone, as you blame me.
I have to fight a bloody fucking war alone.
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