I'm living in this broken home
all i hear at night is arguing
i lay in my bed and try to block it out
my pillow is wet with tears
this room is full of fears
i fall to the floor
staring at my wrists
the blood is streaming out
cuts all up my arms
i want to get out
i don't want to wake up to another day of this
i can't take this sh*t any more
i open up my window
and run out
leaving my mother a note saying
"i have left and I'm not planning on coming back"
i will use this knife one more time
it will be the last time i will be seen
i escaped the broken home
no one even knows I'm gone!
