this is personal

My lashes keep falling, falling to the floor

My eyes are bruised red, drooping, and sore

My brain keeps drifting, needing, wanting more

My dreams ever haunting, soaking in my pores

My mouth continuous whispers of sighs and moans

My soul it keeps searching, for what? That is unknown

My mother keeps on fixing, things that are not broken

Criticizing, judging, taking words from me unspoken

My father he keeps lying, hiding the ugly truth

Anger, jealousy, hatred. Just another quick fuse

My brother is a vessel on the verge of an explosion

Confused between unsolved, disruptive emotions

My sister has already left me and grown up too fast

Dependent on a love, a love too unsurpassed

I’m torn between parents, between thoughts, between feelings

I’m sworn to love and myself, which always seem to be leaving.

What do I do to heal? Where do I go to mend?
Cause at this point all I seem to know

Is that heaven is a fairytale and the devil is my friend.