Your home is the cruelest place in the world.
In it exists the people who can hurt you the most; your family.
The people you love with all your heart can break you down into pieces easily,
and destroy your heart with just a few, well-chosen, hurtful words.
If the ones you love don't love you in return,
your world becomes that of a depressed state.
You can cry endlessly for hours.
You can say very mean things out of anger to the ones you lovve and hate yourself for it later.
You might never say sorry, for whatever reason, no matter how much you want to.
You can ever go so far as to commit suicide because the ones you love show no love for you.
My home is my worst nightmare turned into reality,
because all of my greatest enemies live with me,
suffocating me with their actions.
How are you suppose to escape that kind of prison,
even if you want to with all your being,
when your heart and soul scream with hope that the love shall be returned?
How long could you last?
How long would you last?
However, the greatest question of all is,
how shattered would you let your world be if you do eventually escape your home?
Only Time knows.
Author notes
Well, there it is I finally updated. It's more of a statement than a poem, but I think I got my point across. What do you think?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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excellent
i firmly believe that even though we are taught to be all happy&lovey with our family, they arent accepting people at all. family is "supposed" to love you no matter what and as soon as you leave the room, they talk down about you. a stranger can be more friendly to me than my family. that's why we have friends to save us from our family!
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Si, es muy miserable
You are so true to what you think that you don't always realize how harsh your words are. Don't you think that there is even one good thing about your life? I know it's so hurtful, but if you don't learn to look for the best in things, you'll wallow in misery your entire life. Please try to be happy my sister. I love you. And everyone else loves you. You may not see it, and they may not show it, but they do. I tell you I love you every time I talk to you. Doesn't that count for anything? I only wish you could see the world the way I see it. Just living is an adventure. You may not like the bugs that bite you, and you might not like the dead ends you run into, but you must finish your adventure to come to the next one. Try and enjoy it while you still can my sister. You are too young for the pain you suffer. Please try. But still, you do seem to write the most painfully beautiful things when you suffer so. Such ambivalence. I can only hope that your burden is not too much for you to bare.
With all my love,
Your sister,
Amanda
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