Pandora's Box

Saying goodbye to Daddy again,
Rehab leaflet on the floor,
Whispers turned into yelling,
Another slammed-shut door.

Little sister tauntings,
Mother's tears and screams,
A pile of broken records,
A handful of broken dreams.

White tiles gleaming ruby,
Locker doors and stairways,
Skinny jeans and eye-liner,
Another day, another faze.

CD player turned up to ten,
Houses full of wolves,
Houses made of cards too,
A melody that lulls.

Empty beat of a broken heart,
Another tear shed,
Three strokes of pain and relife,
Thoughts kept up in a head.

Thank you's to smiling youths,
Pictures of him with flowers,
Sad poems about bad lives,
More useless wasted hours.

Beats that raise a question,
Mouths open into shouts,
Lonely days by the window,
Sad black-lipped pouts.

Razorblades a-plenty,
Black jackets with a hood,
Sitting on the edge of bath tub's,
Staining skin with blood.

Let the best days ever fly away,
Give Death's Door another knock,
All these thoughts and horrors,
In Pandora's box.