Colorful Silence

Family Home

I can't get away from it anymore.

The screaming, the crying. I beg God please make it stop, I can't take it anymore!

Silence.

The feeling of being pushed underwater of our pool, and being pulled down by my parents burdens they had thrown upon me.

The ringing.

For the ringing in my ears just won't go away and I pray, but my prayers can't be heard through my muffled screams.

Finally I am ripped out from underneath the water, only to be greeted by my parents complaints.

He broke me heart

She broke my heart

Well if y'all broke each other's heart, why is mine broken as well?
Or did you forget?
There are three people in this relationship we call a family, mom, dad, me.

It's not just you two anymore!

The second I took my first breath I endured every emotion and feeling you felt!

I can't get away from it.

Not anymore.

For the echoed screams have seeped into the walls, filling the rooms with sorrow and hate.

So even when I lay in silence, it still feels as if I'm drowning in our pool, in our house.

But that's the thing.
There is no pool.
There is no house either.

Our family is a house.
A house that is built on a foundation of love.
And the foundation is falling apart.

~maddie