Blame

I wish I could talk to someone, somebody who would understand.
I know I could talk to my friends,
But it’s hard to look into their faces,
With tears in my eyes,
To tell them my life is shit,
My family is growing apart.
They won’t understand.
They’ll say ever family had fights.
I hope no family goes through what I am going through.
I tried once to talk to one of my friends about it but she said her house was just the same, a lot of yelling but nothing to be concerned about.
Well I can’t, not when it’s like this.
It’s so terrible.
After I cried and walked home from the swing my dad said it wasn’t my fault and that I shouldn’t be bothered.
I couldn’t even face him.
I ran up the stairs and cried.
And my brother, the one my dad says is the one to blame, is not here.
He’s gone, gone most likely forever.

Poem by Skittles.

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