**** its so cold
But its colder
In the palm
Of my hand
I guess thats why
You stopped holding it
Or maybe its because
I told you to
And my hair hangs
Like curtains
Hiding the room
The family hides from guests
Filled to bursting
With so much ****
All of it stupid
Useless
Im the room
Standing on wobbly
Foundation
With mold creeping in the basement
******* this white noise
Its so loud that i cant hear
My fathers disappointment
With my failing grades
Failing
Everyone
As
Usual
I just want to be alone
But then im alone
And i want to be anywhere else
With someone new
And the sun is setting
Behind the silhouette
Of tall, dead trees
In the yard
Dead
Its all dead
Its wilting
Falling
And you can see it
Im everything they do
The people are the trees
Lack luster, thin, old
How are we dead
Before weve had
The chance to live
God ****** how
This was the poem i had intended to upload and i tried to copy and paste it from my google docs folder and my phone messed up and copied a different one.