What Happened?

I really miss my mom, and I never see my dad;

he's either workin' or too busy- can't do nothin' 'bout that.

I'm just so used to it;

pulling through this.

Dad argues, Mom defends,

everday, like it's planned;

it often got to out of hand.

I remember when Dad threatened to move.

I took my toddlin' brothers in my room;

there was nothin' we could do.

Dad and Mom used say

"We may go our seperate ways,

but we love you still, okay?"

and they'd say it everyday.

Devorcement was my biggest fear;

I was too young to make this clear.

My life was dark, no one could hear

my cries, and prayers, and sobs, and tears.

I'm pricked again findin' my way out of the thorns.

my eyes keep gettin' blurry, my heart is torn.

I can't imagine what it was like when I was born,

but I used to blame it on myself when I knew nothing more.

I can think back to when we were all together

when things were so much better

nothing could go wrong ever,

but then tears became streams,

and whispers to screams.

The nightmare was true, it is what it seems.