Battle Cry

Ask how my family is. I couldn't tell you. Live in the same house. Like it's silent. there's chatter but none for me. Rather stay in my room. my safe place. hide from the words that cut like sharp blades. hide from the laughing, crying, screaming and the yelling. as I fight my own battle. It's a choice, life or death. It's for me to fight, no one else. have to keep calm. listen to my body. slowly figure out life. slowly try to accommodate, To be “normal” for myself. No one, should not have a family support system. Hate to feel cut off hate to feel not loved Hate to feel lost the worst feelings you could ever feel. All you can do is trust the process, But life was never meant to be a process. So this is my battle cry.