It’s like…
When I’m home, I’m trapped… Like wanting to run but your feet won’t move… Like wanting to ignore but your ears keep listening… Like wanting to break but then thinking of those few people you have to stay strong for… It’s like smiling on the outside but then inside, you have to pull a train with your bare hands…. Like wanting to fade but then thinking of him… Like knowing that when you have kids, you would never put them through this bullshit…
Because I would never wish this on anyone.
