Mom, can you hear the cry that so often wakes me?
Dad, do you even care that the world seems to hate me?
Sister, where were you when i needed a friend
Brother, I don’t count you as someone on whom I depend
I know, I KNOW, I sound cruel because we’re family
I’m sorry, so sorry, the blame belongs to me
But you don’t see these hands that tremble
And you didn’t see me slowly disassemble
It was me
I did it alone
And all of you?
You were at home
In the house that was outwardly perfect
But I’ve seen the inside and I’ve watched the whirlwind
Mom, I wish I could talk to you amidst your fragile state
Dad, should I tell her? Is that something she can take?
Sister, I won’t talk to you because I know where you place blame
Brother, I’m sure you relate..we both dwell in shame
But you don’t have to worry because I’ll keep this to myself
And I’ll build my own house and put this on the shelf
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