Parents

Middle School

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2004

I thought I escaped them
But now they’re back
This is my home
But they don’t understand
I can’t stand them anymore
And my parents don’t listen
When I want to escape them
And go to my friends
The answer’s always no
So to escape them
I have to go to school
I wouldn’t say it’s worse
But it doesn’t really help
Everyone hates me
That’s middle school for you
One minute you have friends
And the next you don’t
No matter what I do
Where I go
Where I hide
There’s always someone
Watching me
Haunting me
Following me
Telling me to do this
Do that
There’s no easy way out
So I sit here writing 
It helps the pain get out

Just Another Drink

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February 23rd, 2011

Just one more sip
But somehow the bottle’s already gone
It never stays full for long
She lays in her room
She knows nothing’s okay
She knows she’s right
But it’s all wrong

Through a night’s sleep
The day disappears
It just disappears
It’s already gone

Just another drink
And another bottle
Things fall apart
The roots so deep
What you’ve come to be
Just another drink

So unforgiving
It won’t leave her glass
This isn’t her
It’s all just a blur
But I see so clear
The ending so near
Of my loss of faith

Another drop
And my heart stops
It can no longer feel

I’ve become so numb
I’m just too young
To know who you’ve become
Would you want that for me
To do as I see
To give up everything
For just another drink

Drunk Sensations

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October 1st, 2010

The taste
My tongue itself
Will never want to know
The feeling
The numbness
The everything
It’s all too much for me
I don’t want to know
I never want to know
Why did you do this to me
I’m much too young
I’m much too old
For my age
I know too much
I’ve seen too much
The smell
It reeks
While death lingers
You’re too fond of it though
And not too fond of me
Because these drunk sensations stay
Even when they’re gone
They’re not too far away
Because
Somehow
The bottles always empty in your room