#Brojen family
6:00 PM.
Like always…
They argue again.
At first, I sit there quietly, hoping it’ll pass.
But the shouting gets louder,
The words get sharper,
The silence inside me breaks a little more.
I pick up my phone.
Put my earphones in.
Turn the volume all the way up.
Anything to drown out the noise.
I go outside,
To the small space behind our house where no one follows.
The air is cold,
But at least it doesn’t scream at me.
Sometimes I wonder…
Is this really what a family is?
Is love supposed to hurt like this?
I scroll through songs.
Sad ones.
Because somehow, they understand me more than the people in that house.
My friends don’t know.
I laugh with them in the morning.
But every night…
I carry this weight alone.
I don't cry in front of them anymore.
I just keep it in.
Because even tears feel useless now.
And when the yelling finally stops,
I go back in,
Like nothing happened.
Because in this house,
No one talks about the pain.
