Question

Poem/diary i wrote

I Want Out

I’m so tired of screaming into walls.

Every fight with my mom leaves something broken and it’s not just plates or slammed doors. It’s me. She says things like she doesn’t even see me bleeding inside. Like I’m being “dramatic” or “too much,” when all I want is to be understood before I completely snap. And then I do snap, and I hate myself for it.

I hate how fast the rage comes.
How it builds behind my ribs like a scream I can't let out.
How it makes me want to smash things, scream back, or just vanish. Run until I don’t feel this anymore. Run until I’m somewhere nobody knows me somewhere I can start over, or stop altogether. I don't even know which I want more.

The sadness creeps in after the fire burns out. It's quiet, but cruel.
It tells me I'm nothing.
That no one gets it.
That no one ever will.
It tells me to give up not loudly, but with this slow, steady pressure, like a hand on the back of my neck pushing me down.

Some nights, I think about disappearing. Not to scare anyone. Not for attention. Just because it hurts so much to stay.
But then I don't.
And I don't even know why.
Maybe some broken part of me still hopes it’ll get better, even when everything tells me it won’t.

I want to stop fighting.
I want to stop feeling like the enemy in my own home.
I want to stop carrying this pain like it’s my fault.

But mostly, I just want out of this house, this mind, this version of me that always feels too much and never enough at the same time.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep swallowing this.

Answer 1

perioddddd

Answer 2

very much ate downnn

Answer 3

sighh Ian had no lyrics and Ian know whatt 2 say

Answer 4

Amazing

Answer 5

that's good

Answer 6

fire

Answer 7

want tht turned to a song?

Answer 8

sure