it feels like my life
consists of broken dishes,
slammed doors and failed relationships
it has a lot of yelling
and arguing in it
with me hiding,
hiding so I don't get hurt
I have turned ice cold
towards those who hurt me,
those who are in constant
fight and flight mode
at one point during all the fighting
that was happening around me
I just stopped caring
and I must say that I feel better
now that I distanced myself from the fighting
but it does still hurt that
they cannot stop and make up
~ Hanna
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eccedentesiast
PoetryEccedentesiast Latin (n.) Someone who hides pain behind a smile Poems written on the days that I tried to convince everyone I was fine or when I couldn't express my feelings. ---------- UNEDITED Trigger warning ⚠️: ED, self harm, dark thoughts...
