Broken Home

Nobody sees, nobody cares

Hiding bodies and bloodstains under the stairs

Skeletons in my closet, monsters under the bed

Memories drowned out by the hearbeat in my head

I can't breathe through the screams

I can't see through the tears

Red plastic cups and aluminum cans

Fragment of glass on the ground

And the smell of beer thick in the air

Here, in my room, its safer, come on in

Shut the hell up and get out of my house

Hungry? No. Good.

The glass beckons

Sharp edges, like my parents

Heart beats fast, faster, fastest

Suitcase and backpack in my closet

Phone a friend

Noboby noticed... someone cares

When did that end? The first drink or the last kiss

They never chose me

But I have 20 bucks and a Rite Aid

So no one will notice even though they care

Foundation over concealer over cream over bruise and cut

Purple and pink and red and blue

Keys, phone, suitcase, backpack, makeup, money, friend's house

Run