I miss my family.
Alot.
I feel small.
And scared.
Vulnerable.
I wish there was a happy time in my life, where I felt safe,
- so I could at least escape in my mind.
But instead, I'm stuck with the block in my throat.
And the weight on my head.
And the pain in my chest.
There is no escape.
No vacation.
Only tears that need to fall.
Hidden beneath my hair -
eyes full and stinging -
I survive.