[[I wrote this poem a long time ago when I was about 14 and my parents split up, it was a very sad time. I'm happier now :) ]]

For a family unit is once more, and now forever, broken.
With all the memories of this empty house
You voice whispers... quiet as a mouse.
October rain was falling, the water was cold, and the demons were calling.
I felt weighted, and now im falling.
I always thought that the unit would last
Until it ends,
And i remember my past.
I have no direction, I see no path.
What i want, will no longer, ever, last.