A house not a Home
I sit in my bed sheets over my head the words you said echoes in my head.
these walls are thin I hear all that’s within
he yells
you weep
I try to sleep
A crash
a quake
suddenly I’m a wake
I fear for you and for myself too
divorce it hurts but here it lurks
must face the truth must be strong
hold chin high keep going move on
maybe separation is not such a bad thought even though happiness and love is what I sought
I love you mom
I love you dad but you lost the love that you two once had
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