This house makes me want to scream.
The hate that flows so easily from their lips.
The way they make people feel with their actions.
No one gives it a second thought.
No one thinks about the others.
There is so much confrontation, so many things wrong here. And no one speaks on it.
You could cut the tension with a knife.
My throat is closing up.
I want to cry. I want to slap them. I want to yell at them.
I want to make myself bruise and bleed to quiet this frustration.
I cannot. But I so deeply want to.



















