When I open my eyes what do I see? A home... family... love. No that’s not what I see. A home is warm, Corey, and make you feel safe and secure. I only feel lost and afraid. What I see is bars across my windows. Keeping me locked away. I fell the draft creeping in. Making me shiver, and curl in on myself for warmth.

What do I see when I open my eyes... not a family. Family is suppose to love you no matter what or who you are an like. They’re the ones you’re suppose to be able to turn to if no one else. Not the ones you hide your true emotion from. The ones who hurt you worst than any stranger, and tell you to keep more secrets that only seem to hurt you. They’re suppose to comfort you. Not turn you away, and judge you while they smile pleasantly in your face.

So what do I see when I open my eyes...
I close them tight agin, and hope it’ll be over soon. So I don’t have to see anything... if I don’t open my eye, cause non if it is what it’s suppose to be....it just can’t be teal. So what do I see when I open my eyes?

You tell me....
cause I’m not sure if I want to see anymore.