They Left
They are trying to force remission.
Without my permission.
Which makes me forget…
My family laughed as they left.
My family I no longer wish to remember.
As I am forced to fight my own temper.
I am over hope!
But I still am not ready to mope.
I wish to never leave this bed.
And sleep with dreams where love is left unsaid.
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