In my head lives painful memories of how it used to be.
A noisy,unusual house home to the messed up 3.
The eldest one,a midget with short dark hair.
Everyone thinks she's crazy,but she doesnt really care.
The middle child,the only son,
Loves computers and insults everyone.
The youngest one,the quietest of the 3
Is creative,lonely,suicidal,and of course,is me.
3 siblings wrestling,fighting,talking about drugs,death and sex.
Weird little siblings we'll call Crouton,Shyke and Hex.
Little did I know that this almost happiness would change.
My whole life fell apart at a time when sadness to me was strange.
Now,it seems,its become the messed up 2.
Shyke now hates everyone,and i,Hex,am depressed and suicidal too.
The eldest sister is living in the country off welfare
And the messed up two are nothing without the midget with dark hair.
Everything has to change right when you least expect it.
I wish i could forget these days.I just cannot accept it.
Shyke and I try not to talk about how things used to be,
Back when it was easy to smile,and we were the messed up 3. |
