Broken Family
Realizing how messed up my family is
The first thing a person should think about when thinking about family is the happy moments they share together.
When I think about family, I struggle.
I struggle to find a happy moment, a moment that made me feel over the moon, a moment that made me feel whole, a moment that made me feel like saying 'I wouldn't trade them for the world'.
Not that I'm saying I would, but I'm not saying I wouldn't.
When I think of my family, I think of noise.
Noise that was usually brought to me.
I think of words.
Words full of hurt and pain, words that were frequently thrown to me.
I have to dig deep while focused just so I can find a memory.
It might take minutes, if not an hour.
Why do I only remember the hurtful moments, mostly?
I mean, I know I've had smiles, laughs, “I love you's”, But why can't I keep those thoughts right there?, Where I can reach them.
My family is broken, it breaks me too
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