Some Are Falling and Others Are Flowing.

everything is falling apart
since the start
and they blame only me
but they, they are the guilt free.
the ones whose fight to leave it all right
yes, as if.
from outside it is easy for each one of you
to see and speak.
tricks, darling and treats too.
although I am no fool.
I will not let it get into me, not again
it is not that I live in the same roof as them,
that I have to bear everything.
for this, I spill in writings.
open wounds forever more
since another lives left open doors.
we are all wrong
but even if there is one trying to fix and conserve what is going on,
the utility of this does not last longer than a conversation
where there is to find no comprehension.
they are stuck on their own mud
dreaming stagnate to rose up from the rotten & dead
I can not do anything but save me
and practice the love from self I did not receive in the early.
we need to raise our children for the world
to unveil sea-lines, for time will not hold.
to make another life born merely for the loneliness of self is but selfishness
we are the part of their blood whom has the slightest glow
who needs to be allowed to flow.