Broken family

The fighting words of unhappiness.
i know this soon will end.
you werent truely happy from the start, and nor will you be in the end.

what ever happened to this family?
to bad this had to be.
if only it didnt start if only we could have seen.

i always sit and wonder if happiness can be found in death, because here on earth im finding it hard to live after every breath.

the arguements you carry. i know its insecurity, i hope that if i have a family, i will be living happily.

i know you hate it all. i can see it in your lies. im sorry i was put here, and pretending that i dont care.

i think if my like proceeds that i might not be able to hide it. and just like you ill be crazy and painfully unexcited.

thats why i think i will die tonight and no longer hear the fights. this is just beginning to get to me, sitting in lonely nights.