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Sep 2010
It this moment
This quick started
Long lasting moment
I remember where I am
I remember who you are

I am at home
But what home is this
I am afraid and angry everyday
It’s rare, if ever I enjoy your stays

I try to believe
That you are well
Yet someday I believe
I’m stuck in hell

The truth is
You’re not well
You’re not sane
In this house
I can’t escape the pain

It’s hard to act normal
When a monster walks about
It takes effort
Not to scream or shout
Cause that’s what this monster thrives on
It’s what gives it thrill
Nothing can stop it
Till your hopes are killed

This monster is persistent
It believes it is right
Maybe that’s the reason
Why it never seizes to fight

The fights go on and on and on
Often into the night
Occasionally in the dawn
There is no end in sight

We’ve woken to it
We’ve slept to it
We are living through it
Sometimes we win
But often it’s the other
The bleeding hearts of us three brothers
Are wounded by our poor other

Now I write
So I don’t need to fight
So I can try to forgive
But never shall I forget

The things you do in these moments last forever
Forever scarring
Forever tearing
Forever rending
The only hearts that care

I can never forget these moments
Or the things you do
Cause in these moments I find
I hate you.
Written by
Colin Roberts
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