Alone in the dark
With tears falling down my face,
Wondering if I will ever belong-
Wondering if I will ever fell like I belong with the people I call family.
I guess it’s just bad luck,
That it’s a never-ending case
Of me emotionally and physically bleeding-
At the hands of the people I call family.
I die each night only to wake up the next morning feeling stuck
Like I’m running a marathon at a sluggish pace,
Just like everyday, I still cry and bleed at the hands of those I love- those i call family.