Chipped paint.
Dusty floors.
Mix matching colors on the wals.
A bed with no sheets.
A broken air condioner,
A ld dresser.
Broken Blinds.
This is my room in my dads house.
The room that i lived in 5 years ago when we were a family.
Not this seperated thing we are now.
My teacher learned i was suicidal and a cutter.
And that im having a hard time.
So she says we are going to start haveing lunch.
To talk about my life.
To make sure im okay.
1 comment:
Most families get seperated, doesn't mean they're any less of a family. Thats pretty offensive to say they're just 'seperated things'...?
I'm sure once you've made you room at your dad's your own, things will seem more like home. Divorces happen all the time, you shouldn't feel alone :)
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