(This poem was put in the society subcategory for a reason. Today, abuse is everywhere, yet hardly anyone sees it. Homes are "broken" beyond repair, and the children and teenagers scream out for help but no one is there to really help. As you read this piece, I hope you get a sense of what an abused home is like- horrible on the inside, but on the outside things can seem fine, so many abuse victims go unsaved. Thank you.)
Nowhere to go,
The broken home,
I'm lost in despair,
Can't begin to imagine,
The pain, the screaming,
There's no repair.
Distorted images are what I see,
Everywhere I go,
The violence seeps in,
Numbing every aspect,
Turning reverse of what I was,
There's nothing worth saving within.
I don't know why you're smiling,
But it looks pretty nice,
Yet it makes me so jealous of you,
I want that string of happiness,
I want to have what you have,
But we both haven't a clue.
I don't want to be here,
There's too much going on,
So much hate is what I feel,
I must've been awful,
To have karma give me these sins,
I'm losing track of what is real.
I'm in the walls of a broken home,
Help me, before I'm no more.
