This must all be growing up
Watching it all fall apart
And crumble onto me
To crush me beneath it's weight
So I force a smile
And fake a wave
To make them happy
To find my grave
My father is gone
No longer the same
All I have from him
Is one cursed name
My mom is broken
A shade of herself
All I have from her
Are worries aplenty
My brothers never cared
And they are still here
Hurting me again and again
Why can't they be gone too?
My family is torn apart
From this divorce
My dad is fucking around
And we get the worst.
And me... me... me...
What am I?
Besides someone alone?
Besides someone to be left alone?
A shadow of what I can be
To weak to even try
To long do I even cry
Me, Matthew, Matt....
One lost little boy
What do I do?
With this wound on my wrist?
With this scar on my soul?
With this blemish that is me?
Tell me, please...
What do I do?

::March 4, 2003 04:29 PM

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