Laying here at night not being able to sleep can open your mind. I think about my family, specifically my niece and sister tonight. I think of what I miss, how things used to be. I begin to contemplate how my mind perceives the 'used to be'. At the time it felt like the world was crashing down. Now I remember the fond moments of that time. Some things were still intact. My sister moved away and so did my mother. My relationship with my father just broke the last string that kept it together. And here I am. Staying with a new family. Not really knowing if I'm welcomed. I don't feel like I belong. I'll probably run away again. I run when things are good. I'll go back to my "loving home" and try to make it through. I know I'll go back. It's where I fit right now. This family is spectacular and that's why I can't stay. Of course they don't know that. I can't stay. The walls are closing in again. I feel like I can't breath. They only want to help but I can't take it. I can't. I have to leave. And I hope the people involved don't feel used or hurt. It's a thing in my brain that won't let me stay somewhere that feels like a home. I don't want a home. I don't want to rely on people.
Here we go again.
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Broken Pieces
ŞiirThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
