She looks beseechingly at me
With her red rimmed eyes and
I don’t feel anything.
Her mascara flows in dramatic black
And grey lines down her sallow… 106 more words
To my parents who barely know what is going on inside me, I would like to tell you that I am fine but I cannot, for I remember the time you told me to never lie back when I was five. 168 more words
Coming from a broken family my childhood was anything but carefree, there were some fun times and carefree times but it wasn’t a constant. As a child I guess I felt confused about why my parents fought, I mean at the time I probably thought that only children fight, it was just a part of having siblings. 380 more words