Where's LOVE?

I can't call our home, a home. It is just a house with five people living under it, because there's no LOVE at all that makes a home. In our house LOVE is always absent, there's fear, envy, doubt and misery. Love never exist in our home, not once.

My brother and his wife always fight, and I try to ignore it, everyday of my life as if I am blind, mute and deaf, but still it affects me, it left a wound in my heart. A wound that would never heal. I've seen everything in our house, I see everything pass by me, it feels that everything's moving so fast while I am stuck in the moment, perhaps that wound which is now a scar made a change in my life. I am this girl with full of bitterness, but I still cry because I'm still hurt and it seizes into my veins, for some reason it can't be healed. It cold not be fixed.

I would always be this girl even though how hard I try. Tears can't wash it away anymore because every second of my life, I'm being killed.