Final Cry

Take a look around,
try to see what other see.
They think their thoughts but dont make a sound,
how can i be content with being me?

The truth rarely comes out,
and you are surrounded by lies.
Always listening to your parents shout,
seeing emotions through just the eyes.

Simple words trigger tears,
always have your hands pressed to your ears.
Outside you run as far as you can go,
so much is kept inside that you may never show.

No more getting tucked in at night,
when morning comes
it will be a site.
Cigarette buds in random places,
looking around to see swollen faces.

A bottle flys and crashes to the ground,
mommy no longer makes a sound.
A pool of blood is on the floor,
I can easily tell she is no more.

Where do I have left to go?
Love is not something I know how to show.
Never again will I need to lie,
for this is my final cry.