I remember when I was little, everything was good.
My parents were together and we were together like a family should.
As I got older, other things did too.
My parents were always fighting, and there was nothing I could do.
We stopped spending time like normal families should.
We never ate together cause mom never cooked.
Dad stayed in the garage and worked on his cars.
Mom stayed out and drank at the bars.
My sister was always out, playing with her friends.
While I was wondering, why our family was at an end.
Now I’m living with my friend and I don’t see my mom.
I barely see my dad because he is always gone.
My sister sees my mom and wants to live her life.
She wants to act wild and stay out at nights.
She is just a kid and I wish that she could see,
That if she keeps going she will end up like me.
