Home.

This place you stay
The place you live
The place you play

Is it like here?
With constant battles
And endless fear?

Angry words
Slung around like stones
“Sticks and stones can break my bones”

Ready?
Break!

Say it.
Say it loud
Say it clear

You live in constant fear
The noise drowns out your crying
And detergent washes away the stains

Bright red on pale blue sheets
Against Caucasian skin
Rusty razors, your only friend

Hours of darkness
Inside her soul
Stained face, sheets
There’s no tomorrow.