My Home

As the cloudy sky sheds its tears,
I glance up shamefully with mine.
My body aches with bruises and scars.
This is normal but it is not fine.

I want to be lifted towards to the sky,
To be taken away from this place.
I want to enjoy my life with real smiles,
No more pain do I want to face.

The days are always the same,
I cannot even tell them apart.
All are filled with such sorrow,
And bruises upon my heart.

Unfortunately, I know it will not change.
My father will still beat and keep me.
I hate him with a passion only most would know.
Doomed, I am, to live with it endlessly.

My mother will still be selfish and rude,
But amazingly the best actress to fool.
Her words are like slashes on my back,
It builds my anger that still never cools.

There is no hiding place to where I can go.
This house is a dark hell you won’t want to be.
I lived and died here for eleven years.
I just want to leave and become a stained memory.

No one knows the tales of my life I write,
Only you who read my story as I narrate.
Hush. Do not tell a soul what happens to me.
The pain I suffer will always be my deadly fate.

The sky and I still shed our worthless tears,
As we both try to scream out our dirty shame.
The loud cries combined are so powerful,
But no one can hear mine at all that came.

I hear my father calling out for me.
Damn, please God, I don’t want to go!
I don’t want this night to be like the others.
But I guess it will be and I already know.

The torment of this twisted pleasure,
Begins when I step inside alone.
Beaten with anything of use,
This is just a place I call my “home.”

-Sorry its not that good...wrote it last night in a hurry...