Broken Home

A Poem by Isaiah Dunn

The piece speaks for itself

What makes a broken home. Is it the parents that fight non stop? Maybe it’s the 18 year old sitting in the basement smoking pot.

It couldn’t be the sweet little sister that’s experienced more than her fair share of mental and physical pain. Most people would probably just blame it on the parents fucked up brains.

Its hard to know for sure. Believe it or not there was a time when everything seemed so pure. Despite all the fighting, screaming and crying one thing was always certain. That no matter how much they hated each other their love for their children remained unbroken.

But something changed about two days ago. Now the son is stuck with no place to go. As the love he once felt slowly streams out the door. Not knowing what to do or who to turn to. He is returned to a hell he ran away from years ago.

Depressing thoughts exploding through his mind. Strongly considering stopping the hands that are controlling his time. The worlds turning black and it keeps on getting blacker. A sad little boy stuck in the same fucked up disaster.

On the outside you’d never know it, because the boys spent years training himself not to show it. But the mask is slowly falling and the darkness he hid from for so long is calling.

Will he give in to the void and let the tattered pieces of his soul be consumed. Or will he find the tiny light to keep him from leaving this earth to soon.

He’s crying now as he puts the words down on this page. Way to depressed and cynical for his own age. That 18 year old is me and I’m tired of the pain. Tired of pretending the world hasn’t been trying to kill me with such hate and disdain. Ever since I've been old enough to know what those words truly mean.

It has to stop sometime. Right? Please don’t make me go through another night. Because the nights are the worse and im losing my strength to fight.