late nights she drowns them out
the harsh sounds of their screams
it was never like this before
they were filled with joy, before
she wonders if it's her
she is the only one home now
could she be the source of this anger?
did she drain them of their happiness?
she remembers the time,
she was young
late nights were spent with family
everyone full of so much love
it's different now
yelling has replaced the laughing
and silence has replaced the smiles
but she'll be okay
as long as they don't take her joy too
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Poetryfreehand:: my thoughts and emotions put into words be fragile with them, they mean far too much to me
