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House of glass
This house is a facade, both inside and out; and the love that once lived here is gone.
Living in a home void of love is like living amongst the dead, doomed to repeat themselves.
It wasn't always this way, at one point and time my parents loved each other,
And the house wasn't this quiet and didn't hold this much unspoken anger.
But then life took us and this beautiful house by the lungs and demanded we feel what she feels,
And it ruined us, and it ruined the home that was once filled with so much love.
And most importantly it ruined us, and now nothing is the same.
There are too many words unsaid, too much anger in one little house,
It is suffocating us all and no one can see the disaster approaching us full speed ahead,
Nobody except me, and What a sad thing, it is.
To see the only shred of humanity being taken from you, the one you love the most,
A family.
Living in a home void of love is like living amongst the dead, doomed to repeat themselves.
It wasn't always this way, at one point and time my parents loved each other,
And the house wasn't this quiet and didn't hold this much unspoken anger.
But then life took us and this beautiful house by the lungs and demanded we feel what she feels,
And it ruined us, and it ruined the home that was once filled with so much love.
And most importantly it ruined us, and now nothing is the same.
There are too many words unsaid, too much anger in one little house,
It is suffocating us all and no one can see the disaster approaching us full speed ahead,
Nobody except me, and What a sad thing, it is.
To see the only shred of humanity being taken from you, the one you love the most,
A family.
Published 22nd Jun 2021
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23rd Jun 2021 10:20pm
