Rehab units
adolescent wards...

A broken child, for every missing father
a broken promise, for every friend that just...

I was still in nappies when you moved next door
And you James, had just learned how to walk...

I’ll scream my silent screams
And cry my hidden tears...

Close your eyes and see perfect
For thats what you are to me...

She woke up to the yelling
Of her parent’s non-stop fight...

I shall slit my wrist
For the last time today...

I’m sick of being compared to her
She’s not all that great...

You left a bruise on my face
It seems you were born to fight...

I feel the anger rising,
It’s about to hit the top...

A face so white and filled with fear
Eyes terribly still and wet with tears...

Its 1948
31st of July...