(please note this is my second attempt at poetry) Also, read this with a beat! It makes more sense.
Your mother, your father,
Your sister, your brother,
your aunts, your uncles,
and all the others.
Do you know the real damage you have done?
Leaving them here,
while you tried to run.
The trouble you've caused them
will never fade away.
It's tattooed on their hearts,
and forever is to stay.
You thought doing it would erase your problems,
but it only made them worse.
You've done something eternal in your life,
and it cannot be reversed.
You thought you were the conflict,
but they knew that wasn't true.
Look what your tiny struggle
has destined you to do.
You should've just faced them.
They could've tried to understand.
For it was not you they hated,
but the sharp blade in your hand.
