Broken Home - Poem by Rebecca Neiman
How I hate how you look at me in such discus.
Im having such a good time intill I walk by you and stare into your eyes.
Your eyes look sad and angry they look like you need help but I shake my head and walk away.
On my mind all night is the look I saw on your face. I drink and drink but yet the look just never goes away.
So I walk by you and try not to look but I turn around and stare you down.
You dont say anything and nor do I we stare and stare into each others eyes and finally we both cry.
We cry and cry cause we realized were both alone.
No ones near us but a bottle of vodka in a broke home.
So we lift the bottle and chug and chug and finally its empty and so is our love.
I look at you again eyes all puffy and red so right then and there I bow my head.
I finally realize all this time i've been staring into my own eyes.
And I have to admit im ashamed that i've become like this.
Drinking by myself staring in a mirror trying to make my life some sort of sane trying to fix a broken home when im only 15.
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