. b . r . o . k . e . n . h . o . m . e .

broken family
broken home
nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
every little sound
every little movement
makes you feel like a deer in the headlights
being watched
being stared down
just before your death
broken mother just cries
broken father just hides
broken son sleeps; acts like everything's fine
broken me just writes.


a/n: the thing I'm most afraid of is her leaving, just walking out and leaving us all on our own.