Saturday, December 10, 2011
Light years from here
I want to sit beside you,
and breathe your cancer cells in
why? I always wondered why.
do bad things happen to good people
you were good,
the best, of the bestest.
you were mine, my grandfather.
I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you
but that won't bring you home
see what happened when you left,
this family broke apart
the social worker said I'm the strongest girl she's ever met,
but she doesn't know of the things that bind me inside
but why should she?
I should be the girl no one has to worry about
because if I lose my mind,
who will take care of the rest of you?
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