My father was verbally belligerent at best.

.

My mother was walking bipolar-

shifting from erratic to comatose-

with the factor of change being drink.

.

My sister was a celestial force unknown-

her flame drowned before her time to shine.

.

I was a lethargic, "eh,"

holding onto air with

all my strength while

forever falling endlessly,

tumbling into oblivion.

.

The plus side is that

none of us made it out alive.