Envy takes over me as I see her walk across the street,
Hand in hand with a Mum and Dad,
They look at each other lovingly,
And bring the same loving stare,
Back to their daughter-
Their pride and joy.
I pick at the grass and lean back on the tree
Wishing I had something like that,
Even a slither and I’d be grateful
But back home it’s a hellhole,
Disguised as an angel pit
Drinking before 4pm,
Suicidal thoughts written on Mum’s paper
Only reason she’s staying is for us
A great kind of love I guess
But I don’t want us to be the reason she wants to live
Better that than dead.
Her same behaviour - the same as her Dad’s;
The depression gene turned out to be dominant,
A prevalent, permanent stamp on us all
I don’t want to live like this,
Holding on for others
I wish it was different
