Broken Home

This house is not a home.

It feels heavy.

It's full of sadness and anger,

depression and bitterness,

hate and sorrow.

There is no spirit here—

no life.

My heart is broken.

And when I'm here it angers me—

breaks me.

Darkness has a hold on this house and these people,

I have no clue where to even begin to turn it around.

Is it my job?

It may be past the point of no return.

What is happening in this house?

What did we ever do to deserve this?

I hate this house so much.

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

And I'm fearful of what the future has in store.

For each and every single one of us.

I'm scared.

I love my family—

But we are all lost.

Please don't leave my family in the dust.

Is it really past all hope?

Is it really too late to fix?

Tell me what I should do.