Literature
This isn't a family
I'm sick of all the yelling
well you all stop the fight!?
Does it mean anything at all to you
that I cry myself to sleep at night?
The yelling hurts my ears,
the fists make me bruise too.
All of this fighting is killing me!
Does that mean anything to you!?
You all make me feel weak,
and you always give me the blame.
I'm so sick of being hurt like this,
being full of shame.
I'm honestly scared,
scared that the past has repeated.
All this yelling and screaming,
makes me feel defeated.
With all these tears pouring down my cheeks,
I wonder why I'm even here.
All of the screaming and picking sides
of the people I call dear.
Wil