The Last Day Of Their Life

I am fifteen

Yet my eyes are failing me,

The boy I love

doesn’t even knows me,

How come I love the rain

but it never seems lasts,

And my mom and dad screaming

like it was the last day of their life.

 

I need to control my anger

before it takes me to my grave,

My room is so small

but it always seems so big,

Hoping to meet someone

that can see the real me

as it hides behind a smile,

And my mom and dad screaming

like it was the last day of their life.

 

So annoying is my brother

lazy until the end

and yet I seem to love him

more than anything else,

Why am I the only one

that suffers

remembering the past,

And my mom and dad screaming

like it was the last day of their life.

2 May 2015

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