Broken Family

We will always be broken. There is no way to be repaired. How do you recover? How do you go on? I try and be who people want me to be. Life is so fucking disappointing. Is this why we have been put here...to experience complete devastation? This life that I am currently experiencing is what I would imagine Hell to be. Everyday, I want to scream in the middle of a crowd so people would know the torture I experience. I don't have the strenght to do that...so I scream on the inside. I can't even talk about how I feel because the pain is so excrutiating I can't put it to words.

Broken

We lived in a house of glass

Never thought of invinsibility

Just attempting life

Being careful around the edges

The walls are fragile

Suddenly it happened

A bullet ripped through

The walls shatter around us

We've been cut severly

By the debris

Life slowly oozes

Out of our hearts

Wounds still fresh

Trying to put our house together

Wounds reopen

New wounds appear

This impossible task

Bleeding me out

The life is almost gone...

sjj 9/6/2006