I am powerless.

10:34 p.m. 

I am alone. I am in my bed. 

I wish I was asleep, but I am not. 

I feel a sharp pang of sadness. 

I just want peace— Peace within my family, peace of mind, just peace.

10:38 p.m.

I am still alone, still in my bed. 

I feel empty. 

It seems as though I am alone under this roof of five. 

I hear only the sound of of the keyboard as my fingers type these very words. 

10:42 p.m.

I feel ignored. I am not fond of attention, so for me to admit this is rare. I feel scared— scared of the current state of my parent’s relationship— but most of all, scared because I know I am powerless in this situation. 

All I can do is lay here. I will lay here, and I will pray that God will be with my family during this time.