Here is another poem, feel free to leave hate comments you guys are good at that... Through the walls I hear your voice.
It is not calm and gentle,
But loud and destructive.
Yet I sit and listen.

Every word that you say,
Seems to travel directly to me,
Through the walls and the vents,
With no way to avoid them.

And when the tears seem to come,
I blink them away.
Until the yelling stops
And I let a breath escape.

I find you in your room,
All alone, in the dark.
You whisper, ¨I cannot do this anymore,¨
But every time you do.

-hannah

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