I have to listen to them

hear them fighting.

Your so dense

you can’t see

but our house is dividing -

in more ways than just one.

My soul is dying -

my heart is crying

out for the help of

someone.

No one is there

although many,

they care,

but

my demise,

it has only begun.

I won’t give up -

I swear.

But I won’t lie,

im scared

I wasn’t prepared

for this web

which was spun.