A poem about: No one was this much srs for me before and i didn't realise how a tiny thing coild ruin better moments idk why being at home makes me feel soo sick all of that were just assumptions which i think of just to distract or prove my part tht i hate it here i dont hate my parents but i hate what they think....i hate the way they fount every penny shit.....what they gonna do if i die tmrw..will they purchase same expensive tissue or they will just buy the same....what wilk they do once i didnt opened my eyes for long wilk my mom come bck as soon as possible from her office or she will text me as usual abt the chores ive to do.....what will they do when i dont answer if they call out my name will they still tell me how ungreatful i am or they will hold me in their arms a lifeless bodyMake a ryme out of it or anything which u could do u can add my last incidents also and also add a paragraph of me being bitch in relationship n telling n sayin my boyfriend wilk be free smthin as remember make it emotionally mature strong enough to question everything

No one was this much srs for me before and i didn't realise how a tiny thing coild ruin better moments idk why being at home makes me feel soo sick all of that were just assumptions which i think of just to distract or prove my part tht i hate it here i dont hate my parents but i hate what they think....i hate the way they fount every penny shit.....what they gonna do if i die tmrw..will they purchase same expensive tissue or they will just buy the same....what wilk they do once i didnt opened my eyes for long wilk my mom come bck as soon as possible from her office or she will text me as usual abt the chores ive to do.....what will they do when i dont answer if they call out my name will they still tell me how ungreatful i am or they will hold me in their arms a lifeless bodyMake a ryme out of it or anything which u could do u can add my last incidents also and also add a paragraph of me being bitch in relationship n telling n sayin my boyfriend wilk be free smthin as remember make it emotionally mature strong enough to question everything

In the silence of a shadowed room,
Where daylight fails to bloom,
I ponder paths not yet crossed,
In haunted echoes of moments lost.

No one's cared like this before,
Yet a tiny thing can crash the core,
Home's sickness grips, a hidden snare,
I'm lost in thoughts beyond compare.

I don't detest my kin per se,
But clash with how they weigh each day.
Counting pennies, they chart the night,
Do they not see the subtle light?

If tomorrow finds me not awake,
Will routine just bend, will they break?
Will mother rush from office dim,
Or text life's chores, a solemn hymn?

If silence speaks where my name once rang,
Will they accuse, or let sorrow hang?
Ungratefulness echoing in empty halls,
Or hold what's left when the darkness calls?

In love, I've worn a spiteful guise,
Told my love he's free of ties,
Yet in truth, a heart's charade,
Questions the games my fears have played.

In each line, I seek the why,
Casting questions to the sky,
In moments fraught with doubt and strife,
I yearn to understand this life.

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In the silence of a shadowed room, Where daylight fails to bloom, I ponder paths not yet crossed, In haunted echoes of moments lost. No one's cared like this before, Yet a tiny thing can crash the core, Home's sickness grips, a hidden snare, I'm lost in thoughts beyond compare. I don't detest my kin per se, But clash with how they weigh each day. Counting pennies, they chart the night, Do they not see the subtle light? If tomorrow finds me not awake, Will routine just bend, will they break? Will mother rush from office dim, Or text life's chores, a solemn hymn? If silence speaks where my name once rang, Will they accuse, or let sorrow hang? Ungratefulness echoing in empty halls, Or hold what's left when the darkness calls? In love, I've worn a spiteful guise, Told my love he's free of ties, Yet in truth, a heart's charade, Questions the games my fears have played. In each line, I seek the why, Casting questions to the sky, In moments fraught with doubt and strife, I yearn to understand this life.