i feel myself sinking.
sinking back in to the depth of empty blackness.
i feel hollow and nauseous.
he’s done it again.
constantly complaining and picking on us.
making me feel like i was a mistake.
its not okay for him to treat me this way.
its not okay that we’ve put up with him for so long.
i hate the way he threatens me,
the way he breaks things,
the way he breaks me.
i was happy this morning.
that is,
until i opened my room door.
