In The Gloaming TW *just in case*
With the tragic loss of the feed and after much debate and discussion. It's been decided to create a new thread. Soul space so to speak. A journal of sorts.
A place where I can dump some of the nonsense that goes on in my head.
While replies are welcome - they aren't necessary.
The internet is fixed. Today I learned that while Jesus saves, Damian had to get a second job as an internet repair technician.
He wasn't sure of what to make of the lights you see but aren't lit either.
Oh and the French guy called to see if everything was fixed. He said he was concerned. Which is odd now that I think about it. They've never called before to check if it was okay. I'm starting to think the internet provider has few loose screws. Maybe their lights aren't lit either
some days we pray for quiet
but they live inside your head
the screams that won't be silent
feeling constant dread
some times we remember the days
the terror we called home
the fear that lived in your veins
embedded in your bones
these memories that are mine
that no one wanted to know
these are the memories we keep
the ones we try not to show
the strangle hold
the insulting names
the shirt twisted in those hands
back hand to the face
tossed to the floor
bruised, bloodied and sore
the family disgrace
shhhh....
hide the violence
lock it away in a secret closet
so no one can ever see
some days can't stand the touch
when affection weighs too much
everyone is pushed away
some us were born in ***
in *** was where we were raised
this was a level of the *** I was from
but this isn't the *** I want to stay
shhhh.....
sometimes it's all I need
a moment of silence please
something to hush the misery
the shhhh.... that belongs to me
🐾
@mytwistedsoul
beautifully written as always soul! so relatable and so eloquent my friend. 💛 i'm so sorry you went through all these horrible experiences friend, you didn't deserve all this. sometimes what your meant to call home isn't really home anymore. Its just this building you dread walking into. 💛 i hear you friend.
bunny :>
@amiableBunny4016 *offers safe hugs* 💙 I'm sorry you can relate. I know things aren't much better for you either. Home. Home is a magical word isn't it? I don't think I ever thought of it as home. We do our time and pay for crimes we never committed. 😕
@mytwistedsoul
With a home like that, who needs jail?...
@slowdecline48 Is it bad that I can think of a number of ways jail might be better? 😅
😆 Maybe... Like how? Is jail food better than your mother's cooking was?... 😃
@slowdecline48 😅 that could be one of the reasons. All I'll say is that she was a very cruel woman
