this damn house kills me.
It's suffocating
Intoxicating
Overwhelming
Saddening
I'm going crazier each moment I spend in this damn house.
Each room has a memory
Some good
Some awful
I can't help but think of the first night that I cut every time I walk into our bathroom.
I can't help but think of the nights I spent crying myself to sleep when I walk in my room.
I can't help but think of the times that my parents had been fighting so bad that the hatred towards one another was so thick it was blinding when I walk in the living room.
Yet, on the outside it looks like a perfectly normal house
Like nothing goes on inside these walls
So much has changed because of this damn house.
I've never cried
cut
screamed
fought
or even gave up as much as I did here.
This damn house is the resting place for my weary soul
