I preffer fighting in a war and saving people's lifes
than watching my beloved ones destroying eachother.
I want to run away and never come back.
I can't handle those yellings and
i can't stop the tears streaming down my face.
I feel empty. Dead.
I am young, i should laugh and have fun with
my friends but instead i am too scared to smile
because i fear that something bad will happen after it.
I grew up surrounded by hate, by anger.
People often ask me why am i so closed into myslef
why am i so scared of everything.
I hope they never feel what i feel.
See what i see.
I see my parents broken. I see them trying so hard
that they don't see what is happening around them.
They don't see my 7 y/o sister crying herslef to sleep,
they don't hear her scream late at night.
They don't see me how i fear of going home.
How confused and stressed i am.
They only care for themselves and nothing else.
I want to run
run
run
and never come back.
But i won't forget it.
I won't forgive them.
Forgive and forget doesn't work for me.

My father has entered the hovel,
the cave of fantasies,
the domicile of felicity,
the dwelling of pretty creatures.
He opens the basement door
to soothe the monstrosities of the past,
the whispers of sorrow,
the yellings of disdain.
Taking a lump of clay,
he builds a giant
to guard me,
to appease me
whenever I feel scared.
He kisses my forehead
and wishes me sweet dreams
as he opens the door
to go out in the forest.