Don't Do It

Shutting down in the first room
I ever broke in.
Shutting up to realize
I put myself back there.
I was writing on the walls and
Driving thirty miles
Every few days just to stay sane.
I’m blurring out the year,
So I won’t remember how I fell,
And how I failed,
And how I felt none of it.
This household of broken homes
Will never be derivitive of the houses
We grew up in.
We’re safe here.
And now I can forget how I fell,
And how I failed,
And how I felt none of it.