Troubled

by melinda   Nov 24, 2005


TROUBLED

Troubled homes, shattered love, only the stench of beer is the odor through out the home. Warmth is outdone by unkindness. Coldness runs under the doors of the children rooms, Causing nightmares of destruction towards their hearts. Food and neutering is basically forbidden in the house. The love and money goes towards the alcohol habit of the troubled parents. It now seems the only fun is trouble or destruction towards yourself. Selling drugs is the only way to survive, also doing drugs is the only escape from the pain you feel without being loved, in this troubled home.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Justin

    Aww.. great poem.. it was really sad, please just stay strong and keep your chin up

  • 18 years ago

    by Michelle

    Awwww....don't give up... if you ever need anyone to listen, I will always be here for you.

    Big Hugs,

    Michelle

  • 18 years ago

    by amy

    Amazing poem... stay strong hun.. u have to go up sometime.. things will get better.. i promise.. good work