never felt right.

I remember those late nights sitting in the living room contemplating every last thing about myself the melody behind No Role Modelz blaring in the background my younger sister sitting on the couch sending her nightly snapchat streaks my older brother in the middle of the room dancing to the music my older sister somewhere stuffing her nose with different powders we were all messed up in the head using different ways to cope social media, self harm, relationships, drugs but at the end of the day we were alike in ways that we would never dare to admit in fear of judgment from one another all it would've took was one conversation but we waited too long social media got to his head relationships got to hers self harm got to mine and drugs got to hers our feet slowly slipped off of the earth none of us can come back from this suffocating air. this is what it's like, to not belong.