Happy homes no existence. No image of a family. TV sitcoms, we were a witness. Couldn't see a family life as we stood from a distance. Drunken father with his mistress while mom's always bitching. Microwaves used more than stoves in the kitchen. Domestic disputes cause happy days to become missing. Parents scream all they want but we kids never listened. Found friends with alcohol and smokes got our young attention. Tried a little weed now imagination begins to glisten. Feel a little better after fucking for an instance. World got shitty so we had to lit the incense. Didn't erase the smell so we shitted with you bitches. Tired of the living so we continue to cut through our stitches. Woven in our wrists, no one should be shock from what we keep hidden. If we succeed then we hope that God is forgiving. Happy Endings.