My Broken Home

I live in a prison
Which I call my home
Living in shadows
In the darkness, left to roam

I am but a stranger
In my very own house
Afraid to breathe
I move as quietly as a mouse

If I put one step out of line
I receive a slap to the face
A blow like cold hard reality
Putting me back into my place

These strangers I call my parents
Abuse me in every single way
Slap me around & break my spirit
With the cruel, hurtful things they say

They tell me I am nothing
Not even a speck of dirt
Into my fragile mind
These convictions they insert

Making me believe
That I am truly what they say
A worthless human being
Who just gets in everybody's way

Sometimes I lay awake in bed
And listen to my mothers screams
And I close my eyes so tight
Wishing it was all just a dream

I hear them yell and shout
Listen to them scream and fight
This isn't an unusual routine
It happens every night

I hear glasses breaking
Things smashing to the ground
I bury my head beneath my pillow
And try to block out all the sound

I do the smallest thing wrong
And I know what lays ahead
Getting bruises on my body
A soul laid broken & dead

My face streaked with black tears
My skin bruised and torn
My hands stained with blood
For the girl I once was, I mourn

I look in the mirror
And their words echo in my head
"Your nothing, an accident
You might as well be dead"

And I wonder how I became
The girl I am today
A shadow of my former self
Who's spirit drifted away

A body with no soul
I am but an empty shell
Who just stumbles through each day
Living every second in hell

I see them stare at me
With cold, hard stony eyes
I see hates flames
That blazes but never dies

And I feel hate race
Through my very own veins
Look what they've made me
Accustomed to pain

Afraid to trust, afraid to love
How I hate them so much
They made me terrified
Of another humans touch

But here I am
Still in this world & hell alone
Welcome to my life
To my broken home