My Beautiful Family

Arguing, shouting, and the exchanging of hurtful words. It's all the same to me. I start to cry. "It's all your fault, you do this. This is the reason we fight!" you scream at me. The words ring in my ear as i try to process them. I run upstairs and scream inside. Nobody answers the call to comfort me. I just need to get away. The knife at my bedside will cure this disease. Tonight is the night. I WILL cut deep enough. So deep that the loud harassing words cannot slice through my skin. Your accusations won't change how i feel. I still love you, mom.