“I’ve said it a million times before and I’ll say it a million more I’d hate to be just like you all the damage you have done I’ve tried to undo I plan to set myself free from the branches of my family tree.”

Trick me into believing that the world is ending learned things aren’t breaking they’re simply bending now, I can finally do some mending.

I need to moment to breathe as from the chaos I dream to leave I know I’ll find my feet you won’t find me admitting defeat the calmness I miss I’d give anything for a moment of temporary bliss.

The past has taught me some lessons so today I’m counting my blessings I promise I’ll do more than just survive every moment I’m grateful that I’m alive.

Don’t pretend that you care for me don’t pretend you’re there for me I’ll burn some bridges if I need to start to realize that I don’t need you.

I’m not the fighter I used to be no courage left in me in my safe place and on my own I’m trying to build a home.

I guess I was the son you didn’t want but I grew into a man every mother would love. In your rejection, I was forced to find acceptance I filled your absence with the strength to be better.

I was pushed to my limit and it almost broke my spirit I know change is for the best but there’s a part of me I haven’t left I’m taking time to love this mind of mine.

Life is time lapsing behind me so I’m resting this mind of mine taking a step back giving myself some time to find my soul hoping I like what I find.

Throwing my hands up and admitting defeat there are some things in this world I just can’t beat these currents are too strong knocking me off my feet.

It might sound cliche but with the dying of another day, I’m close to walking away as my mind is leading me astray.

It all fell down like a house of cards that’s why I had to put up my guards now I’m back to building a stronger base cause now I know anything in this world I can face.

Some night I fear going to sleep as I know I’ll have to wake to dread the dawn of a new day cause I don’t know how much more this soul of mine can take.

I was molded by your hands like a castle in the sand then the waves came and left me in nothing but ruins so I rebuilt myself once again now I know, that I can survive in the rain.

I’m a lost soul chasing deadlines and minimum wage instead of dreams I’m a caged spirit losing my mind to lack of sleep.

I won’t miss another day because the day before hurt my feelings won’t hold me to ransom time is no longer borrowed I’ll wait, for a better tomorrow.

Each day we move further into the abyss sleepless at midnight reciting memories and people I miss the mundanity has quickly become a reality.

We don’t really have any big family traditions; just spending time with each other is the most important part.

Friendships are the family we make – not the one we inherit. I’ve always been someone to whom friendship, elective affinities, is as important as family.

I can buy anything I want now. It hasn’t changed me personally. It just changed what I can do for myself and my family.

No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

The family feuds or the village feuds often had to do with an idea of honor. Perhaps it was a peasant idea; perhaps this idea of honor is especially important to a society without recourse to law or without confidence in law.

My children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.

Stories in families are colossally important. Every family has stories: some funny, some proud, some embarrassing, some shameful. Knowing them is proof of belonging to the family.

I believe in God, family, and McDonald’s. And in the office, that order is reversed.