Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

See what this family does to me?

I don't have many things, and they won't
Let me keep my sanity.
They take away my best of days,
And I yearn to rip off my scalp.
My evenings are filled with remorseless fighting,
And I am the only one who cries from it all.
I am forever suffering in this family of doom.
I am tormented by the thought
Of this no longer being a family,
Torn a part by something ugly that I could not stop.
All I wanted to do was help, and be helped,
All I got were tears and more tears.
Some days I wish I had never been born,
Some days I wish I would die,
Some days I wish I could be suspended in midair,
With thoughts of clouds flowing about my mind.

April 27, 2004

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