She's a tree. The seasons are her emotions.
She once thought she was beautiful. When she felt warmth throughout her roots.
She slowly lost the warmth one by one.
After that the skies were gray and she was cold.
So sad and dull.
And never thought she would feel warmth throughout her roots again.
I told her everyday that seasons come and go, this isn't the end.
She thought look at me I'm not glowing I'm dull and not full of life.
I reminded her that even the happiest people find beauty in no leaves.

You will never come home for the holidays or any other day

Mom is drunk, talking ****
Grandma is drunk, laughing at her pain
Dad is drunk, yelling
Aunty is sobbing
Brother locked himself in a room
Cousin won't stop crying
Uncle passed out
I clean up all of their broken pieces with no one left to clean up me

Tell me why you drink your coffee plain back
Why you have no problem eating a lemon raw
Why you love gin and tonic so much
Or
Why it takes your all to give a simple hug
Why you quickly change the subject when it starts to get sad
Why you never show any sympathy

Is it because all of the things you once loved in life turned into a tragedy

Leaving you lonesome and bitter

I thought I got better
I actually became worse
It seemed like this black cloud in my head was slowly starting to disappear
I finally felt ok
But the black cloud got even darker
Making me more exhausted, if that's possible
Crying
Not wanting to get up
Barely writing this
I thought I got better

I hate being here
I hate my family
I hate my parents
I hate how they always get drunk and **** every weekend
I hate that I always have to hear it or even walk in
I hate that I get hit and yelled at for no reason
I hate that I'm alive
-I just want to die