Blood

"Are you okay? What's going on? Is there anything I can do?" 

All these questions that I'm asked and I can't say anything true.

"I'm ok. Nothing is wrong." I'm always holding back tears,

These words come so easily from my mouth because of dealing with the blood all these years. 

But suddenly my wall breaks and my cry is loud as the tears hit the floor,

"I can't handle this now! I can't fake any longer! I'm depressed down to my core!"

"Can I help you? I'm here to talk." It's what the people say.

But they have no clue how hell my life is living day to day.

I'm afraid of blood, but not the kind inside,

The blood that I'm related to that makes me run and hide.

This blood that has been ruined by a life that has been shattered, 

The threats he makes, the things he takes, but I guess none of that matters.

Twenty a day will keep the blood away and the habit that it feeds,

I work two jobs to earn my way, but money is what the blood needs.

As long as the blood gets the demands that it wants, another day of mine has passed,

Faking the smiles, holding the tears, and praying being strong last.

It's like I'm a princess at the top of a castle and missing is the evil step mother,

But instead, I live this Cinderella life with the evil blood I call my brother.