I didn’t know it would be this hard
Having you live between two homes
I miss you throughout the entire week
I’ve never felt so alone

Sunday’s are my favorite days
That’s when I finally get you back
But you don’t want to come home..
I guess dad has something I lack.

A little piece of me dies
Every time I have to drag you inside
I would never need of thirst
If I could collect all the tears I’ve cried

Close your eyes and ponder
When was the last time you ever let yourself wonder?
When was the last time you asked and inquired of things;
that rekindled in your heart that fire?

When was the last time you let yourself roam free?
When was the last time you let yourself dance in the rain with nothing but pure bliss on your face?
When was the last time you ran barefoot on a beach; the last time you let the sand cover your every inch?
When was the last time you chased fireflies at dusk or the last time you skipped stones across the lake?
Why did you make it your last and let it all fade?

When was the last time you saw the sun melt into the sea?
Or the last time you climbed a tree just to touch the sky?
The last time you lay on the grass looking up to the clouds in the sky…
Why did you make it your last? Why?

You never knew it’d be your last; your last time chasing fireflies or your last time skipping stones.
You never knew it’d be your last time touching the sky and letting some warmth get to your bones.
If you never knew it’d be your last then why did you stop?
Why did you stop letting the rain wash your face? Why did you stop skipping stones across the lake?

Open your eyes.
Who said it needed to be your last?
Go out there, do it all over again.
Run barefoot on the beach, let yourself roam free.
Go and climb another tree and see the sun melt into the sea.
Be as carefree as you used to be;
Because who was it really?
Who said that it needed to be your last?

Let the noise be drowned
Let the noise be drowned
Let every dream inside of me find it's home
And slip easily,
Gently towards this world
Let me hold onto the wonder
Let me point to the sky
As my grandmother’s head tilts up
“See the moon”
“See the moon”

Seldom settling souls
Carrying water around
Since greedy surrounds
And are foul.

Peace bought in bottles
Seeking sleep now , hopeless.
Big wallets full of cash
Nothing to feed a dwindling class.

Peace sold in bottles.
For suits buying hotels.
Suits shouldn't be worth
A billion.

You were my own mother.

I stand there looking at my feet.

As you tell me, I don't deserve to cry.

You call me a monster.

Because what kind of daughter could be

Crazy enough to act this way

Certainly not mine.

Our relationship was toxic.

But you gave me life.

And a roof over my head

You called me a cruel daughter.

I can't stop myself from arguing every chance I get.

You call me manipulative when I say hurtful things when I get mad.

I am so used to apologizing to you.

You stopped believing me when I did.

When I was 12, you saw healed scars on my thighs.

You made me think that no one would ever love me.

Because what kind of man would love a girl with cuts on her body?

Nothing you said made sense.

I could never win when I talked to you.

Because you were my mother and were “always right.”

The worst part was I believed you.

-Kat. J. K.

to be loved endlessly
to have the screaming stop; just for a minute; in their arms-

I do not know how to describe it.

for as long as i have known,
i have never slept
without my shoulders heavy and back in unwinding knots.

im not even ******* grown yet.
it scares me;
adolescence has gotten me all twisted up
whatever will happen,
when i fall to the mercy of the treacherous claws of life?

sometimes i wonder,
where the **** did my adolescence even go?
man i just want to be a kid
to live my beautiful kid life
without any pain
in a dreamy house with a burning fire
parents, who love, with a desire;
to live,
to flourish!
friends, free and true
none of this rivalry; ado.

I  hear your shouts
And his screams
I hear his stammered apologizes
And frantic denial
What he did wasn't even wrong
He's just a boy
And you're a man
Why don't you understand
Your job is to help and not scream
What the actual yourself my Dadck do you mean?
You're a father
Not a Sargent
Why are you going off again
Hitting is not disciple
Stop unless you want him to grow up accepting it
So in his room when I hear his muffled screams
I wish for a time machine
To stop you from meeting mom
And save us from our inevitable fall
Your everything ends with our hurt
I love you
But your the fcking worst

Was it a day?
Or had the years collapsed in a fleeting decay?

The nights grew heavy, crushed my chest,
My eyes wept secrets I never confessed.

Tears turned bitter, cold, and dry,
Hate and regret took their place in my eyes.

"Mumma..."—I whispered, lost in the night,
She laughed it away, My hands reached out, but no one was there,
Just shadows and silence and empty air.

Was it the night? Or was it me?
Building walls too dark to see?

Trapped inside, no way to tell,
Was this the day I truly fell?