Unspoken Misery.

Almost like two strangers... But without pleasantry's.
Not a single word spoken, this home is far past broken.
Fighting back words... They force there way out like bile.
I'm done. It's over. This time I will make it final.

Screaming will not help, so I skip that part all together.
No I love you. No I'm sorry. No I'll change, can make this better.
Not one tear I shed, means I don't want this.
Their tear's of fear, that I might miss this chance at freedom.
If I don't jump...

Seven years.. that seem like thousands.
None stop climbing up mountains.
We've tried and lost.

I'm done...
It's over...
Finally....
I'm free... Of unspoken misery.

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