Broken Family

Sitting alone through the darkness of the night.
My mind wonders about the family that once was.
When they used to get along and never once had a fight.
What happened to the love that kept them together?

Blaming myself I always wished I could’ve done something.
If only I wasn’t too small, I could’ve helped them out.
But time ticked by and I watched them part with tears.
Love they shared for years was shattered along with the dreams.

I tried to pull them back together but was too young to realize.
No matter how hard I tried I could never pull my family back together.
Crying myself to sleep I drug myself to the ground and stayed.
I could not find the strength to pull myself out of the pain.

Further and further I went down the black pit unnoticed.
They were too busy fighting to look down and see.
Their little boy was no longer there, just trapped in the abyss.
No longer could he live with the pain and suffer.

I shut myself off from the world and prayed for the pain to stop.
But it just got worse and worse every night with every breath.
I tried to speak but just couldn’t find the right words to say.
They wouldn’t listen to a boy who didn’t know what to do.

So I contemplated on taking my own life and then they looked.
Their blinded eyes finally opened up and saw the pain I lived with.
Now they listen, and heed my words with care each day.
But I will never be able to have my family that I adore so much.