Lying in bed impotently through the morning,
I have forgotten the sight of sunrise
for my stress has given me the averse feeling,
to lift my head in notice I am still alive.
When my heart has become broken,
why can't I become resilient
to the surroundings of my emotion
as i look back after becoming bent.
My family is against each other
in different rooms they sit dastardly
as their churlish selves try to provoke another,
I watch them tear each other slowly.
I wish I was impassive
for my past falls down my face,
I hold myself captive,
for these tears have come out of place.
There is a war within my body.
There is a war within my love.
There is a war within my family.
There is a war within myself.
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