Not Going Home

By , Milwaukee, WI
I don't want to go home.
Because all I see is
Floors.
Walls.
Tears.
Blood.
Mom.
Liv.
Carl. Ugh.
Room.
Bed.
Drawer. No.
Notebook.
Pencils.
A closing door.
I don't want to go home.
Because all I hear is
Cries.
Screams.
Dares.
Threats.
Cruses.
Crashes.
Tears.
Bets.
The loudness when everythings wrong
The quiet when they're all gone.
I don't want to go home.
Because all i taste is
Gum.
Spit.
Blood.
Litter.
Medicine.
Tears.
Dirt.
Bitter.
Not many words,
I'm not verbose.
Just apologies.
Cries,
And lies.
Gross.
I don't want to go home.
Because all I feel is
Anger.
Sadness.
The way I dress.
A nice sharp blade.
Release.
More stress.
A breaking heart.
A shrinking brain.
Suffocating heat
And ice cold rain.
I don't want to go home.
Because all I am is...
Nothing.





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