Smoke Of Forgetfulness

Fading away with every deep inhale breath in and pass it on to the next lost sole running from a a past that will soon slip out of as we begin to forget with every flick of the bick and very inhale the smoke of forgetfullness fills our lungs with false hope. But little do we know as we sit here and run we are all running towards a future even  deep and as dark as our pasts....

Sitting here with the only family I have ever know I egin to wonder things

what will happen when they are gone?

Am I safe here?

Is this where I am supposed to be?

I guess i always thought wrong about them because they left me sitting here

filling my lungs with the smoke that pnce brought us all together.

A family through and through.

Abused.Broken.Destroyed. We accept eachother as we go along thrugh our lives.

A safe place to run and hide when the world becomes itself haunting us.

Puff.Puff.

Forgotten pain.