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Another day in a Broken Home
It's just another day in a Broken home,
Nothing different, nothing more.
I stopped longing for a father a long time ago,
Hopefully one who didn't punch walls and break doors.
I always believed the best in him,
Even when all signs pointed to wrong,
I still chose him over my mom.
Nothing seems to matter anymore because the days just seem to stretch,
And what could I, a twelve year old girl,
Do to benefit a man who is already dead.
Nothing different, nothing more.
I stopped longing for a father a long time ago,
Hopefully one who didn't punch walls and break doors.
I always believed the best in him,
Even when all signs pointed to wrong,
I still chose him over my mom.
Nothing seems to matter anymore because the days just seem to stretch,
And what could I, a twelve year old girl,
Do to benefit a man who is already dead.
Published 25th Jan 2015
| Edited 9th Jan 2021
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27th Jan 2015 2:41am
I hope this sad daughter can one day have her own home.
One where she loves herself unconditionally even when she is alone.
Where there is no shattered glass,
No thoughts of the past
And the only time she cries is when she laughs...
You are beautiful, thanks for writing(:
One where she loves herself unconditionally even when she is alone.
Where there is no shattered glass,
No thoughts of the past
And the only time she cries is when she laughs...
You are beautiful, thanks for writing(:
25th Apr 2015 1:53am
love it reminds me of a piece i wrote i absolutely im flooded with adoration for your flow and writer style you just earned my follow keep it up one day you'll be able to write about the light thats casting the shadow your trapped in now....i promise i tell myself that everyday
