This house is a ticking time bomb a powder keg about to blow. A family on the brink of destruction but no one seems to know.
To many variables for any one path to be right for all. So which ones survive, and which ones take the fall?
So much pressure I grapple with weight… make a choice make a call before it’s too late!
That ship has sailed there is no way to flee.
All exit ramps are a cascading detonations inside of me.
Why is it my decision, my choice, my weight to bear. Why am I the one caught in grief and guilts snare.
It doesn’t matter decisions were made a long time ago , but now I see the cracks starting to show.
Maybe they were there the whole time but invisible until I changed the view like a holographic image you can’t quite see through.
Trauma and triggers memories and fears. We all see it a little bit differently through the years.
This pain this grief I feel like it will break me. But I’ll take it all if it will set them free.