Hold the tears.
Hold. The. Fucking. Tears.
Not here.
Not now.
No love to be found in this house.
Only stress.
Forced to be here only to be ignored.
Forced to be silent.
Forced to be calm.
Forced to sit still and look pretty.
To look happy.
Honey, you seem so tired!
But I'm not excused to leave.
Just another hour and you can go.
The only thought in my head is about
escaping, running away from here.
I'm sorry, but they don't allow me to go.
Hold the tears.
I'm exhausted, I'm starving for love
and attention, for a brief relief.
Hold the tears.
Hold. The. Fucking. Tears.
No peace in this family.
No peace in this house.
Just an hour and I'll be free.