How hell really feels

Cold floor, same room,

same ache

I keep my head down walking through a house that burns me

slow My cousin turned his face away like I was someone he

don't know

My brother cut the line so clean,

no warning, no goodbye

Now every meal feels hard to touch,

every night feels hard to survive I talk to walls and bite

my tongue and count the cracks above my bed I carry all

these unsent words like stones inside my chest

If home is where the hurt begins Then where do I go

to heal I wear a calm face for the world But inside

it all feels real

I'm living in hell with the door still locked Same walls,

same fire, same choking thoughts They left me out like a name

crossed off

And I still wake up here when the daylight drops If love

was blood, then why am I cut off Why does home feel

worse when I'm holding on

I learned to read the silence fast,

the kind that makes your hands shake A room full of my

family tree still felt like no one stayed

I spiral when the morning hits,

I hide it when they ask Smile thin,

breathe small, move quick,

keep anger in a mask My mind keeps making little storms from

every slammed up door And peace feels like a place I saw

but never really wore

Maybe I'm not broken

Maybe I was bruised too long

Maybe all this pain in me Is proof I still hold on

I'm living in hell with the door still locked Same walls,

same fire, same choking thoughts My cousin went cold and my brother

shut off

And I still hear their names when the hallway talks If love

was home, then why am I cut off Why does home feel

worse when I'm holding on

One day I'll leave this hurt behind

One day this house won't hold my name