Jun 25, 2005 00:19
daddy is drinking again.
mom doesnt know what to do
big brother is just angry
and the little one, is planning his escape.
i fled, because i could, before he returned home
not wanting him to tell me how much he loves me, and misses me
wondering about what his trigers are
about injustice toward him and people in general
my thoughts returned me...and my upset stomach
i wish i could turn back the clock a little bit...when i could escape to a warm friendly bed filled with a friendly body and calm my stressed out head, for just a little while.
now i'm safe..but alone with my thoughts.......wondering if i'll ever be anything but that.