When it hits too close to home
Your furniture gets bombed
But your home is still stable
Your thinking can't quite overcome
Your tears fall
Life overwhelms you
The urge to run away
Swallows you
Leaving your life behind
And trying to start a new
YOU ARE READING
surviving me
Poetrythe pains the struggles the overall hurt and my, at the time, undying tunnel of darkness starting from fifth grade onward welcome to my past author's note: This is writing from when I was in middle school that I would like to share. Maybe you can...