It would be so easy, if there was someone to blame.

Someone to avoid,

Or complain about.

If someone just left, I wouldn’t be so lost.


If my family didn’t break over time,

If someone smashed it.

I wouldn’t cry as much,

I wouldn’t feel as much pain.


Because there is no one to blame.


But i think it is good this way,

I can still see both,

Can still live with both,

Separately.


Either way

My family wasn’t smashed,

My family was worn away.

Like the Grand Canyon, until a small stream is left.

Such a strong river, but over time it washed away.


Sometimes I still wonder,
What if I had someone to blame?