Broken Home Poem
Poem about my parents' separation
Broken Home
They split up when I was 9
Thought I would be fine
Sad thoughts taking up my time
Therapy sessions all mine
They should’ve changed their mind
Backpacks traveling back and forth
They don’t love each other anymore
Mommy lives up North
Therapist asking if I’m fine
I don’t like her so I’ll just lie
Why did the love have to die
Why didn’t they give me a sign
The kid isn’t alright
She won’t be alright
Cheers to more loud nights
Don’t look at daddy’s phone
Don’t want to see texting fights
Broken home can’t be fixed
I hold the glue sticks
About the Creator
Dakota Thomas
Hi I’m Dakota I love music especially hip hop and R&B. One of my favorite things to do is annotate on genius
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