Poetry From the Dark (Book Three)

I feel so trapped right now. I thought the pain was over, but it's not.

My great grandma is dying. My mother and I are fighting constantly.

My mother and I cope with this pain in different ways but the other person's way makes it hurt more for the other.

My parents won't let me be alone because of what happened last time. But I have trouble leaning on others. I hate the pity others show me when they know all I've been through.

Yes, I am young but I don't need pity. It just hurts more.

I wish everyone would stop bringing it back up. I wish they would stop expecting me to talk about it. It just renews the pain.

All this makes me feel so trapped. I don't want to be called downstairs to talk about it. I don't want to talk about it at all.

I have to deal with it on my own, for now. I will talk about it when I am ready.