her screaming
it finally broke me
i snapped and said things that were true
but i knew i couldn't take them back

she took my phone
refusing to give it back
finally after awhile she got mad and threw it
i picked it up and called and left

i left with the clothes on my back
wondering what was going to happen next
but now i sit here
doing little with my time
but thinking of that fear

I start to think,

The daily routine,
Wake up, work, eat, sleep.
The lack of excitement,
It makes life look so steep.

If I could end it,
Break the routine,
Maybe then,
I could want to be seen.

Maybe I should shut it off.
End the cycle,
Find my purpose…

No, the risk isn’t worth the reward.