family fun

I keep the battery out of my phone, just in case you tried taking it away.

I’ve realized writing isn’t rhyming, writing is speaking your soul.

I have so much to say.

Why is it that the one who means the most is also the one who terrifies you?

Locked in my room, slightly shaking, feeling nauseous.  It’s times like these that I want out of this hell hole.

But when I’m out, I beg for those times.

Families fuck up, flames flaring ferociously.   It’s a wildfire starting in the heart, spreading to the soul, shattering the mind until you end up doing something destructive.  It takes away your pain, but does not take away the wildfire.

The wildfire turns us into an ice age, freezing our hearts so we can no longer trust, no longer love, no longer feel- because we are numb.

I don’t know if I’m frozen or if I’m chilly, but I don’t like the feeling of this.

Silenced in my comfort zone, but too broken to step out of it.  Too afraid to make anything out of myself.  Too blind to really see what is wrong.

I can’t save myself, but have nobody to save me.