Divorce
I get myself wet in a puddle of pain Wipe away my tears as i cry in shame "It's not your fualt," they all say "But why?" I scream, then look away What I knew once as my father Is more like a friend, whos call is sometimes a bother I love them both with all my heart But my family's broken, torn apart. No one understnds the way i feel Wishing it's a dream when i know it's real. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 12:07 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I get myself wet in a puddle of pain..."