You have mastered your oldest tricks from your book once again
Hell, I am not even surprised
You’ve kept surprising me all my life
But now I’m only numb
You’re impressive, to someone maybe
But all I can think about is how used to this shit I already am
I’m not sure what are you poisoning me for
When I did open my heart - all I got back was:
“you are in the wrong”,
“you shouldn’t have done this”,
“you should’ve done that”
I have never known encouragement or love from your side the way I thought family does
And I stopped talking
I shut myself up
Because why would I care to hear something that hurts me
I keep giving you silent treatment
Because it’s the only way I can stay away from your great performances of a lifetime
Communication is key - they say
But it doesn’t work like that under these circumstances
It only adds more anguish to the Circles of Hell
My own personal Hell
I hate being home
I hate being home when you’re here
You can’t choose your family
You can run away
But where would I run?