Two Cubs

I don't really mind if we haven't talked in two weeks. I see that if we don't talk, problems won't happen. It's for the best it seems. In just a few days, I will be gone and you'll soon forget about me. I never thought we'd end up like the siblings on TV who haven't spoken for years. It makes me feel quite miserable, but just like you, I will soon forget about you.

A New Nest

The week couldn't possibly go any slower. I am sad while I pack up my things, but I try to subside it with excitement. I will miss this place, but I am tired of it. These walls hold nothing but lies and anger and good but fading memories for me. But there are so many risks and possible complications moving into my new home. I hope with all my heart, and I will even pray to God if I have to, that it will all work out. If not, I wouldn't know what to do from there. It'd be catastrophic.

Warmth

When things are wonderful, I always wonder if they will last. Because they never do. They are short and brilliant, like a little lighted candle. I want the warmth that is so hard to achieve to linger, for just another moment. The warmth is supposed to stay all of the time. That's how normal families are.

The Hen

Of the three, she is the one I will always love the most. And yet I am hurting her. But it's time to give someone eyes for the others. It has to be this way as much as I hate it. I'm done talking, done making amends. No one ever sees what I'm saying with calm words. Pain may work. But her tears are stinging, but I know that I must press on. Just know that I care for you more than you know.

Havoc's Form is a Mole

Not only are you no longer blood to me, it is impossible to even see you as a human being. I wish you were a bug or a mole that lived underground where no one could feel ashamed of looking at you, where the sun couldn't shine it's radiant light on you. You're that minuscule bit of slime that worms shit out and gets stuck under rocks. I'm a pain in the ass he says? You're too blind and even more stupid to see the form of destruction that is wreaking havoc on our family. I give up on all of you.

Good-for-Nothing

I am way beyond tired of being victimized left and right. It is literally exhausting and it's come to the point where I just don't really care anymore. I live there for free, I get in the way for .5 seconds, I'm around too much, her mistakes are my fault, I'm a pain in the ass. It's just wearing me out so much that I feel aged. A person can only take so much criticism in their life until it finally breaks them. And I'm quite close. I suppose all I'll ever be is a good-for-nothing.