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SHORT - BROKEN HOME


I can't seem to fight these feelings
I'm caught in the middle of this
My wounds are not healing
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They have no idea, I’m stood in this god damn cave…I have him now, just where I want him. Pushed against the wall – I hold the power now. For the first time I can cause him just a fraction of the pain he’s caused me over the years. He’s looking at me like I’m crazy, and I agree that may be the case – but if I am crazy it’s he who caused me to be.
“Tell me why you hate me so much, Chris. Huh? What did I do to become such a bad dad?”
I look at him knowing that he won’t ever know me, he won’t ever understand what he’d done because I’m going to kill him now, kill him for the years of pain he caused me. He’ll pay for what he will do to me. I can end it now, end everything…he’ll never be able to hurt me like he has. “It doesn't matter anymore.” I tell him, and It didn’t, it didn’t matter because I was so close to ending it soon none of it would matter.
“No? The hell it doesn't. Deep down, you hate my guts.” He spoke, yet he didn’t know the half of it, Deep down I wanted to kill him, to hurt him … to make him understand you can’t push me around – not anymore. “Huh? Admit it. Come on. Admit it. What? Are you afraid?”
“I’m not afraid of you” I growl, I’m not afraid of anything, or anyone now – I’m not afraid to show him the pain he caused, I’m not afraid of the consequences I may cause in my future life because the way I see it – anything he’s involved in can only proved better without him. I hate him for thinking even now he knows, even now he has the power…he holds nothing over me.
“No? Then why don't you tell me what I did to you, huh? What, did I, uh, miss a school play? Did I take away your favorite toy?” He’s mocking me now, he thinks I’m not serious – he thinks this is a joke, I’ll show him a ...ing joke!
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I'm stuck in between my parents
I wish I had someone to talk to
Someone to I could confide in
I just want to know the truth
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“Chris! Chris, look at me!”
She pulled me of him, she pulled me back – she had no idea how close I was to killing him none of them did. I’m stuck between them ‘my parents’ she loves him. That was her fault, her one down fall – she loves him and always will no matter what he does to her, what he puts her through she’ll always love him. Yet as I look at him I don’t care about her love for him I just care about my hate for the so called father lay on the ground before me –
Beaten – I did that
In pain – I caused that
Wishing he’d never hurt me – it felt good, for one I held the power.
She has my arm, but I could still break free, I could kill him for everything. I do as she says and look into her eyes and for the briefest of moments I hate her to. But that could never last. I could never hate her, not like I do him – not after what she did for me, for us. It was his fault all of it. I couldn’t let him get away with it. I was torn between the two of them, wanting to kill him but not wanting to hurt her.
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Want to know the truth
Broken home
All alone
I know my mother loves me
But does my father even care
If I'm sad or I'm angry
You were never ever there
When I needed you
I hope you regret what you did
I think I know the truth
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“It's okay. It's over.” She tells me, it’ll never be over not as long as she lets him back – each time letting him back to do more damage. I needed him, and still he never showed up. I want to walk away for her – like I have so many times before, let her deal with him. She never sorts it out though; I can’t do that this time. With a subtle shake of my head I find myself not understanding why she loves this guy. I have to save her from the hurt he’ll cause I have to save her from the death – the death HE’LL cause.
“It’s not over, it’ll never be over” I tell her, and then I look down to the man at my feet, the father, the loser who was never there. “Not till I kill you…” I pulled my arm free from my mothers, I see she stumbles a bit but Phoebe is there. I can tell they have no idea what to do – what to do to help the man they loved. They couldn’t do anything, no one could. I just wanted to understand why I let it hurt so much, let him hurt me and I think now for the first time I actually understand!
I UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING and soon, I’ll make him understand, make him see he can’t hurt me and get away with it. Yet as I go in to hurt him and make him pay I stop, again, I have him, I’m so close but something stops me. More like someone – I look up to my mother – she’s looking at me pleadingly. I pull away from them all and walk away leaving him lay on the floor bleeding, her there to once again protect him. My aunts, they’ll see this many times over the years and it’ll come to a time where they won’t even try to stop me from doing it.
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I'm crying day and night now
What is wrong with me
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link
I'm crying day and night now
What is wrong with me
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I’m sat up here, on this god damn bridge looking over at the city, down on the cars bellow. It’d be so easy to just jump but I can’t I can’t just leave them all to deal with this mess, with him. I came back to save WYATT from evil – and also save the family from LEO! He won’t hurt us like he has done, he won’t hurt me.
Whom I kidding, I can’t change it…
I just can’t fight anymore I want to give up knowing I can never win, I’ll never stop the pain I’ll never make him understand what he has done. I’m just left alone to cry, to fall further into the shit he caused to suffer for him…for them.

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It feels bad to be alone
Crying by yourself, living in a broken home
How could I tell it so all y'all could feel it
Depression strikes me hard just like my old earth would tell it
To me, her son, she told me I'm the one
Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell are nonfiction
And you can't take it back cause it's already done
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He’d done so much to me over the years, to us all. He’ll never see, he’ll never understand none of them will till it’s too late. He was never a father to me,
Never someone I could trust.
He’s killed me times and times again, he will kill us all eventually – it’ll all be down to him. Yet I can’t kill him just once, I can’t end it and save them – it’s to late for me I get that but why can’t I save them?
I hold so much Pain and I know it’ll come to a point where it’ll kill me! It’ll end me!
But I still can’t save them I can only let them blindly walk into the future a future where our broken home - Will cause this broken family, to end in a battle of blood shed and fear! Leave this family to DIE!
I know the stories threw which they are destined to live and I have the power to end it but can’t! I can’t kill him, and I can’t tell her.
But they learn my pain; they’ll live through my pain.
And die as a result.
I’ll welcome the willingly into the world of my broken home – and only wish that I was strong enough to end it, knowing I could have. Knowing I have failed I’ll just let him kill me – over and over again!

HE’LL KILL US ALL