My family is ripped apart, and Im standing in the middle. They drag me in the one direction and then the other. I think this will break me apart. Their words hurts like knives, screaming out their hatred.
What Im supposed to do? Anything I say, is like stepping on a minefield. I try to shut it all out, but the screaming, the dragging, the hatred is too loud.
My soul is hurting. I want to scream and cry, but nothing comes out. Im just here. In the middle of it all. Trying to hold my self together, because it's the only thing I can do. Just hoping. That one day. This war will end.