Author Note: this is what I feel like every time it is just my mum, brother and myself at home after the fights happen...this is all true. I don't usually like to talk or write about what my actual life is like to my friends so don't judge me too badly after you, hopefully, read it. I put under Harry Potter because it is one of the only things that has saved me over the years.
MY LIFE
In my mind,
I think back on my past.
The sound of yelling,
Is all that I hear around me?
It's like a silver blade slicing through an innocent animal,
In the middle of the night.
I see my secret haven,
Right in front of me,
Close enough to touch,
To pass through into peace and safety,
But before I can enter it disappears...into...nothingness.
All my life I have had to hide what i really think,
Or what I really feel,
Just to please all those around me.
It's like being an old toy,
That time and space have forgotten.
I just want to scream and yell at everyone
"LOOK AT ME! I'M STILL HERE! COME AND FIND ME, PLEASE!"
I lay still,
Thinking back through memories that I didn't even know I had.
They hurt,
Bad,
Really bad.
I want to run...
Run...
Run...
But I can't,
I am being held back by cold,
Rough hands,
They are pulling me into a cage...
A cell...
A prison...
I awake suddenly.
Jerking...
Sweating...
Screaming...
I smell of fear and loneliness,
Of heartache,
From listening to hours of fights,
Between the people I call family.
I hate my life.
Sometimes late at night,
I wonder,
Why?
Why do I even exist?
If only to put back together the pieces of a broken family.
Why?
Why do I even go on?
Black to me is the colour of my world.