Understandable

That’s like serious deep poetry and it’s pretty close to home for me.

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That’s like serious deep poetry and it’s pretty close to home for me.

I understand the feeling of owning nothing of what you own. Being belittled, walking into a room only to be told to shut up before you say anything at all.

The drama of fights when I simply want to pass through the room I get pulled in no matter how I go through.

I understand wanting to slice it all off, drop the weight and mold to a new shape.

The physical bruises we’re not from strangers but from people who are close which I now avoid.

I wish you the best of the very best of luck, in finding a place, You can call your space.

Moving out did nothing for me the first three tries had always failed and backfired dragged by the heels. Home again yet never was home? Home should be where you feel safe and yet that never was my case.

Finally now in my own place, my space is invaded online I can ignore but phone calls I now record.

Safety’s in numbers, until all turn upon each other, pointless friends are merely a trend, the real one stick around as the years go by.

I wish you the brightest of sunshines but not hurtful blind. Just enough rain for relief and not too much heat for strain yet just enough for warmth for the flicker to grow your flame.

So poetic and so true.

I hate to say it but I feel bad for you and I hate it when others say the same to me; So therefore I apologize for saying such a thing. Even though I must say it out loud, I cannot, not post this because I care too much. I wish you the very best of luck.