Divorced parents
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When you realize that she is
telling the truth
that she is getting it right
maybe you'll understand
why I hate my life
hea gonna forget about you
and all of us
Her eyes are just like the deep blue ocean;
His smile shines as bright as the sun above.
When she looks at him she sees devotion.
He knows she is everything he's dreamed of.
The voices around me makes me wanna do something I shouldn’t.
Can you get underneath that, interpret that.
Understand on a subatomic level the danger of those words no one will truly comprehend.
It has been fifteen years. Sometimes I wonder
If when I cry you shed tears, too, and I wonder
Will I go deaf soon? I try to drown out your shouting matches.
The percussion leads your voice. The great wave crashes
My heart hurts but all I can do is remember what it was it was like before
There was no pain
Not like this anyway
I was Happier
I was Kinder
I was Whole
Now I'm broken
Home not a house,
but secretly so frail.
Burned, but not detroyed,
by a letter in the mail.
Home now a house,
one voice instead of two,
is a home half empty,
what can a child do?
You would think I was in a trance.
Stuck. Unsure, at the first glance.
Am I under a spell? I don't look too well.
If I could make myself say it, then yes, I would tell.
But I cannot, for the dark side is here.
It came as a claw
With tearing nails
To break something special
It came as a disease
Sickening the heart and stomach
Where I’m From
I am from one family,
But two homes.
I grew up with twice times the holiday celebrations and toys
And double the love.
"Do close your eyes and awaken from the pain
Re-read the tears separated from rain
Mi, only mi, will tell you when your sane,"
Father has told me, once and again.
