When you think of home what do you see?
A wonderful, incredible, warm place to be?
Or a terrible, horrible, depressing place like me.
Wicked and dis-functional this home has become.
Yelling and screaming for ears much to young.
I sit up here, saved from above.
Watching a place full of no love.
Scared of what I\'ll see if I go down there.
I see horrific pictures when I step on the stairs.
They all used to be my heroes so long ago.
But now my respect for them has dropped down so low.
My family is shameful, not like any other.
What happens when the people around me finally discover;
This place that I try so hard to hide, that I try to cover.
This place where everyone always has to suffer.-
