Money

I’m being smothered,
Yet I’m all alone,
An empty room,
No one’s home.

My daddy’s not here,
Works way too much,
Mommy is gone,
I’ve forgotten her touch.
My brother is lost,
Swallowed by depression,
His only comfort,
Born from repression.
My sister is scattered,
Doing her thing,
Alone with high standards,
Never did get a ring.

Pain pours out of a broken home,
Torn apart by money,
How love was shown…

Drugs and drinking,
Death and lies,
All hidden under a clever disguise,

Go ahead and think,
That money solves all,
But I know better,
That lie is too tall.

Money can buy you tons of things,
Cars, liquor, diamond rings,
The more you fill your life with foreign pleasures,
The less satisfaction found in emotional endeavors.

Thank god my siblings are still alive,
Could have lost them thousands of times,
Clean now for a couple years,
Alcohol, diluted with salty tears.

Meth, coke, pills, and weed,
Yet million dollar houses,
Hand over the deed.

Lexus, Mercedes, all the fine things,
Money for nothing,
Living like Kings.

Grew up in mansions,
Yet the pain still stings…

Non existent- Comfort that money brings.

*When you are feeling depressed, alone, and cold
Wanting to die, stress that you hold,
There is a hope that money can make it better,
Satiate your thirst, make your tongue wetter.
When you are lonely, and you have it all,
But you don’t want to live,
You’ve no hope at all.