Broken Home

All alone
I can’t seem to fight these feelings
I’m caught in the middle of this
And my wounds are not healing
I’m stuck in between my parents
I wish I had someone to talk to
Someone I could confide in
I just want to know the truth
I just want to know the truth
Want to know the truth

Broken home
All alone
I know my mother loves me
but does my father even care
If I’m sad or angry
you were never ever there
when I needed you
I hope you regret what you did
I think I know the truth
Your father did the same to you

I’m crying day and night now
whats wrong with me
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link

Push it back inside
It feels bad to be alone
Crying by yourself living in a broken home
How couldI tell it So all y’all could feel it
Depression strikes hard like my old earth
Would tell it
To her son she told me I’m the one
Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell are nonfiction
And you can take it back
Cause it’s already done

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