This House Is Not A Home

November 13, 2017

There's so much noise

Yet the house is silent

Ghosts of battles past haunt the air

Dead words like stale air

Their presence heavily lingers


Threats, anger, breaking glass

My body shakes, my teeth chatter

Losing sleep, counting the hours

It may be quiet now

But I'm just waiting for the next war to begin


Anxious, chest tight

I feel like crying but no tears come

Scared, fearing for our lives 


How do you take the abuse?
It's killing me! Killing YOU! Killing all of us!

Can't you see?


Burn this haunted hellhole down.

I need to get out of here..

My warnings had no effect..
I fear the worst is yet to come

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