Bones and neglect.

These days there's
sand between my bones.
I'm having trouble being,
Trouble just breathing.

My freedom is fading,
all because you want your sleep.
The smoke is rising and
we're all gonna boil over.

Maybe if you would just
Love us with your heart
and not your mind,
We'd all get along.

And maybe if your youngest
Would stop being so selfish,
Be more willing to give,
We'd all get along.

She feels as if the world
Doesn't want her around.
But thats not true.
She just can't sacrifice.

Even the small things, like
helping with grocieries,
Sweeping the floor,
She's too good for it.

Even when times are tough
Finances cause stress and
Mom is on the brink,
She desperately needs new things.

She steals.
She fights.
She cries.
She screams.

And we're very close to being
Done.