some nights I lay silently on the grass and listen to the trees argue.

it’s a needed escape from my family’s fights, especially when my dad’s had a few.

they’re good people and I know they mean well but it’s tearing me apart.

I don’t know how to feel better, I don’t know how to mend my broken head and my broken heart.

some days I lay, sinking in the sand, and let the sound of the waves take away the pain.

one day I hope something will heal my broken heart, torn soul, and messed-up brain.