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ticking time bomb
Posted by bluexxx on 5 May 2014.
I'm walking on eggshells too scared to step on the cracks, I'm constantly on edge always watching my back, Surrounded by fears of another drunken attack I wonder I seek to find some peace But nothing gets better the pain never cease I pray I wish I dream and I cry But my home is a warzone I get scared at night. I hear the ticking inside of his head I curl up like a baby inside of my bed Another night of drunken fights is something I dread I hear bottles clinking smoke feels the air Inside im dying as i cry out whos there, I hear him banging clashing his fists The smell makes me sick I breath quitely trying not to make a sound I crumbling as his footsteps hit the ground, I pray to god to take me to the skies above Please dont leave me here with my brother who knows nothing of love, the devil in the flesh keeps showing up, I have had enough. I stay strong for my parents I do all this for you But inside I'm am pleading please love me too Stealing and pleading and secretly bleeding you dry Losing and hiding and watching us cry Sometimes I wish if only I'd die Waking up everyday with hope in my heart That he might just change But I find him with vomit and sweating again Face down on the floor in his bedroom Chocking and inhaling the suffocating fumes The horror inside I feel when I see My brother is slowly dying in front of me As I pick him up and he comes round My good old heart is smashed to the ground Get out get out get out of my room You said as I tried to help you I heard you smash against the wall You yelled as you blamed us for it all The cans the shits the smell spills in Your screaming I'm screaming the anger within I'm a shell a scared little girl all because of you I was trying to save you brother from yourself but you have killed you. You've killed us too, your poising our love Our home our hearts And all this horror is tearing us apart You love the bottle more then us Our love for you is not enough If you had your way dear brother You'd live alone But where too scared to leave u on your own Your nothing but skin and bones You don't wash now you don't even eat There is nothing left except the ciggerets u eat. Your like a corpse rotting underneath If you leave you will die buT if u stay we can try But I'm afraid things will not change if I stay I love you dear brother but it hurts me this way You treat me like a withdrawal symptom You treat me like a dog You treat me like i am nothing but I've done nothing wrong. I am sick of being trapped like a bird without a song. Release me from this hell I beg you anyone I can't do this anymore I am done You won You won brother x
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