Broken Pieces
Sitting alone in the locked bathroom
Thinking of the end
Of the fighting and arguing.
Looking at the shattered wine glass
Next to the red eviction notice
Sitting on top of the unsigned divorce papers
And you wonder
The roof you live under
What more does it do
Than protect you
From rain, snow, and hail
But if living under this roof
Means profanity
Means punches
Means abuse
Means depression,
Is it worth it to be in this world at all?
The emergency exit is clear for you
So take the jump
And take the leap
In a moment
These broken pieces
Will be a thing of the past
But so will you.
-Jeffrey Yang
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