Shouts fill the room, my heart drops and my stomach becomes in knots. The room that was once filled with happy vibes is now toxic. The tension sufficates me as the air thickens. I try to get up and escape to the sanctuary of my bedroom. But, their fighting moves in front of the door. I crawl my way to the corner. The walls start to close in. My palms moisten as I bring my hands up to the sides of my head.I start to lose track of whether I'm sobbing or sweating. I can't calm myself down, the air is too thick and the room is too ѕмall. With one final sob, I lose my happiness in my parents bedroom.
December 1st, 2017
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Random Writings from My Journal
PoetryI have a journal that I carry with me EVERYWHERE. This book contains random pieces I decide to share.
