When did these four white walls become so suffocating?
Yet also be my only form of escape from everything and everyone beyond my bedroom door
I want to say it wasn't always like this
But ever since I could remember this is how it's been
Harsh words would fly, tears would fall
I would find myself trying to escape within my own solitude
Only for an apology to be said a few beats later
And I would accept it every time...
I'm their flesh and blood after all
What else was I to do?
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The Aftermath
PoetryEverybody talks about the pain of going through a toxic relationship, the heartbreak of it all, even, once it all ends. However, nobody really talks about the aftermath. The toxic tendencies that you unwillingly adapt, the constant overthinking and...
