blissfully borderline

well the past few weeks have been...um whats the word...HELL! canada was fun, except for the whole spendin time in the emergancy room and getting yelled at for most of it. but coming back was terrible. my dad got back into his jackass mood and my mom got back into her bitchy mood...twas fun. really. but getting to see tim was all worth it. he brought me back a shirt from mexico its so cute. for the past two weeks, all we've been doing is cleaning. i understand that we're moving but seriously, sunday the day of rest, have they never heard of that? just because of some dumb moves on my parents, i have to give up my whole summer. ive been so down lately and i hate it. i know that its makin tim feel bad too. and i think that it hurts cory too cuz i dont talk to anyone (sorry i love ya guys). im really scared about moving. i mean i want a new start, but...i dont know anyone. i've gotten back into writtin poems...i wanna put up my latest one..it explains a lot

Toys Of Sorrow
The light grows dim, her heart grows faint
Blood is smeared like crimson paint
Her wrists bleed empty, her soul fades away
The immortal debt she has to pay
One step forward and two steps back
Hope is something she always did lack
Wearing the smile faking the joy
Though everynight razors were her toy
Swollowing the sorrow, eating the pain
Living a life always fighting in vain
Forgetting the reason, remembering the cause
Everyday breaking a thousand unwritten laws
She was living a silence that was too loud
"I'll be here always." or so they vowed
The fear was overwhelming, the courage was not found
Her thoughts always seemed to make, an earshattering sound
Her parents found her bloody, heaven found her cursed
Life found her deadly, and hell found her submeresed
Burried under the tree with the leaves to hide her sorrow
Her family still holds the note, explaining her no tomorrow.