

A deep fault line appeared,
A crack running through the heart of our home.
Day by day, I saw it widen.
The unspoken words, scattered on the floor,
Like shards of broken glass.
My parents became strangers,
Their love, once a united front, became a battlefield.
Their laughter, once a familiar melody, faded into silence.
The house, once filled with warmth, became cold and empty.
Their whispers became daggers in the night,
Piercing the very core of my heart.
I carried the weight of their secrets,
A burden too heavy for a child to bear.
The betrayal, a poison seeping into my soul.
It tainted everything.
Our home became a gaping hole, as trust shattered day by day.
Now, in my heart, fear resides,
That love, like trust, will be denied.
Now, love feels—
Like a dangerous game, fragile,
Like a trap, like a minefield.
I’m always waiting for the explosion,
And I’m afraid to fall and break.
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