Another night
The same issue
As I hear the voices of my family rise in fall,
The sorrow in my mothers eyes after her voice raises, the righteous anger of my father as my brother challenges everything,
Hitting and yelling, he argues for what he wants and refuses to listen,
If he doesn't want to listen why do they raise their voices
Will the louder voice somehow make you want to listen?
No it makes me want to turn up the volume and hide in the song playing through my earbuds
As I feel the collateral of the situation, I see what's going on, I don't want to be here, I don't remember the last time I did. Nothing matters,
He'd rather destroy me and my parents to be with her,
They've known each other for such a short time and the ages of the two are a real hurdle,
He doesn't want to wait, I have no room to talk: he doesn't want to wait for love I don't want to wait for death to rear its heads
It's Been hours, I lay in the floor of my room behind my closet door knowing no one would notice if I cried right in front of those loud voices,
Tears visit my sight once again except this time I don't try to hold it in, they dry and leave their trails, it I refuse to wipe them away knowing I'll only cry more.
Everything is wrong, if their march is so perfect why are we here, because it's not
But he doesn't see that...
How to save a life,
I do not know because I'm trying to not save mine
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Metamorphasize
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems written as a way to control a person's feelings; originally they were never intended to be seen by human eyes. This is written from the point of view of someone who struggles with emotional turmoil but feels they cannot...
