Yanked From Childhood

Can't Stay Blinded by Ignorance Forever

I have been yanked out of my childhood.

What was once sunny blindness

Turns into hurricanes when I'm given glasses of reality.

My illusions: death being a stranger 'till old age,

Desires being easy to reach,

But most of all, thinking parents will stay together.

After years of internal screams being fluent to me and my mother,

I saw my dad, the beast-marked of my family, disappear reluctantly and question his future,

Yet attempt to reach out to me,

But I know my brother and I are only his bridges

For him to get closer to my mom.

I never hoped for the nonexistence of them snapping apart,

To me, it was already happening.

When "save us" is answered by "no,"

No wonder we desire to be taken away

By our own Happy Little Pills.

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Monique Star

I'm not the most sophisticated adult out there. I'm also not the best at communicating all the time, but I do try my best to get my thoughts out there into the world verbally or nonverbally.

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