Writing #3

There’s no home for me to turn to and there’s no place for me to run away to

I set the bar to the ground to not worry about others expectations, destroying myself and wallowing in my puddle of mope

Silence isn’t on my side it just screams in my ear and creates a sickening and painful tension

The tension that scares you like your mothers eyes to at say I don’t want to deal with you anymore

I can take a beating but God I wish I had the heart to feel bad for myself, even my own feelings have turned their back on me

So long and goodnight to the love I never accepted but never regretted because I don’t deserve it if I can’t return it