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For Melanie Together is no more When supper is simply a food mix When voice changes are an expectation When the broken cannot be fixed And the time spent away becomes a sensation Together is no more When vacations are a dread When the car rides are silent When the Little League stands are dead And the heads grow heavier Together is no more When the bruises get darker When fuel comes in glass When walking home seems harder And everyone longs for the past Together is no more When the therapy is snorted When the tree gets chopped When the nerves are shorted And the cycle cannot be stopped Together is no more When a home becomes real estate When the composure breaks When the lover is now a mate And Lucifer raises the stakes Together is no more When the candle burns out When hatred is the only sight When existence is a doubt And anger silences light Together is no more When unity is tossed When fear is the only notion When family is lost And love is a mere distortion.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
Distortion
For Melanie Together is no more When supper is simply a food mix When voice changes are an expectation When the broken cannot be fixed And the time spent away becomes a sensation Together is no more When vacations are a dread When the car rides are silent When the Little League stands are dead And the heads grow heavier Together is no more When the bruises get darker When fuel comes in glass When walking home seems harder And everyone longs for the past Together is no more When the therapy is snorted When the tree gets chopped When the nerves are shorted And the cycle cannot be stopped Together is no more When a home becomes real estate When the composure breaks When the lover is now a mate And Lucifer raises the stakes Together is no more When the candle burns out When hatred is the only sight When existence is a doubt And anger silences light Together is no more When unity is tossed When fear is the only notion When family is lost And love is a mere distortion.
This was inspired by the experiences of someone I care for very dearly. This is for anyone who has family issues, abusive significant others, demons, or silent suffering. You are not alone. There is help out there. It will be okay one day. Never stop believing.
SlowDrown
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24/M/American
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
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