My life has always been great.
I always had a lot of friends to count on and my happiness couldn’t break.
Always saw life true pink glasses.
Never experienced dust in the sky.
But the last two years altered my whole life.
In only one second my happiness reached the bottom.
Two years ago I found out that my mother was an alcoholic,
It tore my whole world down,
Every day, a chaise, searching for bottles to throw away,
Every time I found one on my way, it broke me more than anything.
Every time when I saw her drunk, my blood boiled of anger
and my heart dared to suffocate of torture.
It was to hard to bare.
In those two years, when I needed my friends most of all,
I lost them all.
Why?
Because of the vanity off their soul.
In good times, you haven’t got enough hands to count your friends on,
But in times of pain, there is no one to count.
I’ve learned to clear my head of doubt, fair and pain, when am with friends,
Because no one wants to hear you’re falling apart.
No one wants to ease your pain.
Now, two years later I heard my mother has cancer…
My grades at school are beyond limit and I don’t care about it,
Friends keep crawling away,
And I don’t care about it…
Trust in humanity,
Slipping away…
Nothing seems to move me anymore…
Time seem to alter me in a person I don’t want to become,
emotionally blunted.
Every day, a battle to keep strong,
To win this fight..
A battle that’s scorching my inner self.