Soft words
To keep my splintering family together

Careful questions
To not disrupt our false reality

Slow speaking
To be ready for the storm

Closed eyes
Waiting for hell of erupt after my sister plants words without thinking
Praying she'll realise what she did wrong

Praying that they won't cause another fight

Praying they'll realise what they're doing wrong

Praying that next time
I won't have to save every situation
And have the words screamed at me instead

Breaking me apart
Making me alone
Caught in crossfire

Praying

That someday
They can be honest
And let me in
And let me help
To keep us all
Sane