Living Under Betrayal's Roof 1996 (at 12-13)

Spoiling me to shut me up
Whose fault is it anyway?
Are you sorry you ever met?
If you could, would you erase that day?

Do you wish we hadn't happened?
Or that we were dead?
Because it seems likely
According to what you've said

Disease inflicts our happy family
Invading any bliss
That lingers here
That now exists

We fade into a picture
That captures futile relations
Is neither black nor white
Ingnoring the posative sensations

Note: Typos have been included to preserve original form.

This was written the summer before I started high school - in 1996. That was the summer my parents separated before they divorced.