This is a rather personal poem :/ after we went through a rough time with my grandparents and stuff...so even if the poem might sound strange to you it was what i felt at the time :) thank you for reading it!
Broken home
Shattered windows
Broken chairs
Damaged
shelves
Is that
what makes a broken home?
No
That
cannot be
A home
is not made of windows
Or
chairs
Or shelves
Home is…
Wherever
your family is
No
matter where it is
If your
family is there
You have
a home
Having a
broken home and a broken house it’s different
A broken
house can be easily fixed
But a
broken home cannot
My heart
feels like its being ripped out of my chest
Why?
Are we
not family?
Why do
this to me?
To us?
Fine…
I don’t
care
Have my
house all you want
But you
can never take the people most important to me
You’ll
always be part of my family
But my
feelings for you are broken
We can
never be as happy as we were
Because
this is a broken home
And you
were the one who broke it
Even if
you apologize
And even
if I forgive you
I can’t
forget it
So I
don’t care about my house
It was
never mine to begin with
But I’m
sad
I’m
falling apart
Our home
will never be the same again
It’s a
broken home
Ps: If you're wondering all the poems I have posted are written by me!! I don't sign my name here but they're still mine ^^ if you ever want to use them for something (which i seriously doubt xD) just ask :D
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