Arose from a broken home.
Witnessed the cracks on the wall.
Saw the pesticides,
making their way in through the holes.
A glimpse of flowers,
blooming through the concrete.
Saw them wither away
by the suffocation of expectations.
Heard the noise of pain,
accompanied by the silence of tears.
Tried so hard to fill the cracks,
with the rotten soil of hope.
Saw it wash away,
along with the occasional smiles.
The walls can now break down on us.
Should I leave before they do?

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In my depression era but it's alright
Life goes on~