Burning home

Secrets are kept, and infinity of sorrow around the burning house. Fake smiles all around, and yet we learn to appreciate those little moments that we have of happiness. We can love and laugh but once we are alone it all ends. You try to be around people to get distracted but once you enter the burning house and it’s late at night, your alone in you bed left to think by yourself. Your house is a library, all silent. You only cry at night because you don’t want the attention going towards you, people feeling bad and not knowing what to say. You can feel the tears running down your cheek and taste them while they go to your mouth for you to wipe off. Your a miles away from the burning house and yet you can smell the anger from far away. It’s like you don’t recognize anything anymore. You try to keep to yourself because you don’t know how to talk, you try to be happy for a long time knowing that that happiness will end soon. You try to fix everything but you end up making it worse. Now all your left to do is arrange flowers on a table of a burning place you call home.