intertwined.

war zone

war zones aren't supposed to be the houses you live in they're supposed to be on enemy ground on foreign soil.

the war isn't supposed to be between mom and dad.

I shouldn't have to listen to them scream and cry at god awful hours of the day.

I shouldn't have to grow up so fast to protect my brother.

I shouldn't have to witness this.

I shouldn't have to go through this because I have done my part. I have been the best I could be with the bullshit that's been handed to me. I have fought and fought and never slept and never gave up but here I am.

Here I am being handed bullshit because my parents don't love each other anymore. And of course by default it has to take over my life. Make me become the parent to my little brother because our parents are too busy fighting to see us struggle to even say hi.

They don't see how it's tearing us apart. How it's torn my insides apart to the point where I don't want to eat and where sleep is a foreign exchange that I can't afford anymore.

"parents fight all the time, doesn't mean they're getting a divorce." You have not seen my parents fight. You have not seen my dad sit there and cry because his life just got snatched from his hands. You have not seen my mom be so exhausted to the point where she doesn't even wanna look at you. You have not heard things be thrown at one another. You have not seen the war zone that has become my house.

You have not seen the struggle. You have not witnessed the two people who you thought would live a fairy tale ending be torn apart by the reality that they just don't happen.

and I'm starting to think that happiness just doesn't happen either.