Lost

At home alone now,
I sit and ask myself where
in the world are you...


It kind of sucks to know that although I live at home with my family, they feel a lot more like room mates. Not even the cool kind of room mates, the ones that you don't get along with and are better off without. You just occupy the same space but seldom do you interact with each other, and even when you do, it's more like fighting and arguing. I shouldn't be cussing off my brother, casting him aside when he has all of his problems and such. I shouldn't be yelling and raising my voice at my dad, who used to be there when I needed a dad.


Have I grown up too fast? Gone past the point where I need them as a backbone to my survival? Or have they just peaked and are now on the decline? That point where they are more of a pest or a bother than they are a necessity to me. Maybe it's because these people are no longer my family anymore, and that they are just those tenants that I share a space with.


The steak that was holding my family down is gone now, we're just a bunch of people that were all held together at the steak. With that gone, we don't have any real connection with each other, and as the days go by, we will just drift more and more apart.


I'm lost.