the sound of plates crashing against the walls of my house has become a new normal. the sound of my mom's infuriated voice bouncing around the house has become a new normal. the sound of furniture clashing against each other has become a new normal. i never once thought i would have to hide in my own house. a place where you are supposed to be at ease, had turned to hell on earth just like that. i miss the days when i could sit down with my once happy family, and watch a movie and laugh until our stomachs gave up on us. instead i hide out in the bathroom, and wait for everything to stop. sitting there,
with my aching heart.
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conception.
Poetrywriting in different perspectives. this is no way intended to offend someone who goes through/went through situations mentioned in the writings. i have written each and every one of these by imagining myself in a certain situation/circumstance, or f...
