I had my backpack on my bed <br />Filling it with clothes and other neccessities <br />Hearing the argueing downstairs continue into the twilight hours <br />I question myself <br />Whether I should actually go through with it or not <br />I hear my inner voice say <br />'They love you. They would miss you.' <br />But somehow I know that is just wishful thinking <br />As I hear my dad slowly losing the fight <br />And my mom quickly stomping to her room <br />And slamming the door <br />Rather loudly <br />Making the walls of my room shake <br />My body tenses up <br />Knowing she is mad at me <br />Somewhere in my mind <br />I decide to end my struggle <br />And stay at my house <br />And think <br />Maybe next time.<br /><br />Rebecca Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pushed-to-far/
