Lies and deceit is what I see.
Not from random people, but my own family. Why do families act this way, due to one dying on one unplanned day?
Day in and day out, I felt depressed,
But nothing changed because it was never expressed.
My hope for a happy family was all a tall tale, nothing was right, not even the way I truly felt. I could do nothing but sit and stare at the ways we treated each other with constant stress and despair.
Nothing got better it always got worse. I hated the way I felt, I hated the way things were. I wanted things to change, but still, there was nothing I could do, but cry myself to sleep after listening to my family argue.
This family is forever changed; it will never be the same.