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Don't move or you'll scare away the birds

Their songs drown out the screaming downstairs

I want to get away from this

The things I can't unsee

My mother's tears

I can't look at her anymore

My father in a jar

I don't go in that room anymore

Too much has happened

For peace to feel real

My home is desaturated

My clothes became thin

You are becoming alcoholic

Just like your uncle

Your father's father

His father before him

Hurt is passed down through blood

Circulating and spilled

Do birds hurt their children with purpose?

...different

made this about exactly a year ago. an interaction i had in early highschool

My arms are tired

But I must raise them higher than

my so-called brother

The lies of loving me

If I do what you say

If I hold my hands high enough

The pastor might look at me fondly

Men and women cry wired tears

With smiles on their faces

Frozen under my parents gaze,

I will myself to do the same

Please just look at me with love in your eyes

Without my church clothes on

Please just love me the way I am

Why must I scrub off my skin for you

How can you follow the one who condemns your son

I stand right in front of you but you won't see me

God said he'd love me if my family can't

But he made me unlovable

Unpure and ruined

"Cleanse yourself and you will be healed"

But I was born with rotten flesh

The lie of a cure

I've futilely searched for

He sent me to crawl on wounded knee

Promising the agony will be worth his grace

Scraping my skin over rock and sand

Untill no more blood is left

At last he reveals what I knew all along

I find my answer in death