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Dinner is silent again,

My dad was fired,

And my mom’s tired from working late again,

And I’m trying not to be sick from it all.
 

My sister’s talking about poverty

And how educators get the scraps,

could you just pretend for a second,

a minute, a moment, an ounce

of time that you feel the same as i do,

instead of running out the room

like Cerberus was on your heels

and i was death, herself.

when were you going to tell me

that we were never really friends?

and instead you pretended you liked me

so you could laugh at my tear-stricken face.

all those nights I opened up like you cared

If all the words in the world were gone

And we were left with the thoughts in our heads,

The list of things to say wouldn't be that long,

If I had one sentence to speak before sentences were dead. 

You hold me again. In your arms. The rain is pouring even harder now, coming down like warm, wet paint splattering our arms and faces until we're drenched in it.