We are broken.

Corruption is a vile taste, but it is the only one this family knows. False pretenses linger among the dust in our closets; disguising themselves as demons. The happiness is a lie, but we are well aware of this- and have been for awhile now. We hide our insecurities behind a wall of lies, because we are ashamed to show the truth that is hidden beyond the barriers that we have constructed on our own accord.

Our lives seem simplistic to people on the outside of our dusted windows, but they don't know. I am inside laying underneath a blanket of disaster. Complexities that we can not begin to fathom rained upon our very souls and have begun to take control of our very lives.

There are slurred screams of hatred, and putrid words of anger being echoed through the hallways that shatter our hearts into irreparable pieces. I am crying. I long for an escape from this wretched nightmare that we have called home. There is evil here, and I cannot live with it any more.

I do not belong here, for this is not love. This is hate, and it is not right. I am suffocating from the lack of freedom. I am imprisoned within the walls of my own familiar room, and am unable to leave, to run, to hide; to be anywhere but here.

Alone under a blanket of corruption, I am silently sobbing to ease the anger that tenses up my whole body and release the confusion built up within my heart. No one can hear me under this blanket, only I can hear what is going on outside of my closed door.

Glass is shattering on the ground from the impact of being thrown. Intentions of hurt are sprawled over the floors, and I begin to cry louder. Our lives are crashing to the hard, concrete ground. They are shattering into a million of tiny, insignificant, worthless pieces. They can not be fixed. We can not be fixed.

There are flashing lights outside my home, and a handful of strangers barge inside to ease the pain. But the pain will never be eased. The strangers take us apart and separate us. There are violent sobs of sorrow and pain being screamed to one another, but it is too late. There is nothing that we can do at this point to fix what has happened. This family is forever pained, and there is no forgiveness to be found within my heart.

This was our life, with corruption leaking in through every broken crack of my once peaceful home. We are holding on by a splitting string- we are broken.