Abuse is Abuse: When Words Turn in to Weapons

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Another sleepless night,

after another pointless fight.

 

I lay in bed in the dark,

yet all of my emotion fills the room with light.

 

Am I angry and seeing red?

Or am I sad and seeing blue?

 

All I know is I toss and turn,

knots in my stomach afraid of what will happen next.

 

All they do is fight with everybody about everything,

their negativity consumes and stings me from the inside.

 

Where has the love gone?

Has there ever been any?

 

For as long as I can remember my family,

has always been the same.

 

They do not hug and they do not give praise,

sometimes I feel like I live my life at home in a daze; unsure of what they will say.

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