Parental Units. Poem by xXsuicideXepidemicXx

Not so bad today,
But still not the best.
Light-headed, but I've been worse.
Slightly nauseus, but not horrible.
Anyone knows,
They can see.
My parents don't suspect
What's wrong with me.
They still don't know I found their Meth,
Some of it's gone...
Not from me, but from theirselves...
Do they even know?
Do they even care?
I'm never home,
I can't stand it.
Her hair pulled out,
His truck in shambles...
They won't stop figeting... picking... pulling...
Come down from the high,
Asleep when I get home.
Passed out in the living room,
I'm on my own.