Her home is broken.
Her sadness is her families token.
She stares in silence as her friends talk about their lives.
But its nothing compared
to hers, her home violence.
They say their parents yell.
Silly stories her friends tell.
She looks forward to school.
It takes her mind off things and gives her something to do,
That doesnt make her cry.
She dreads going home because there is where
the pain is grown.
For happiness is never shown.
She cries at night, but noones there
to tell her its all right.
She hides under the covers,
Wishing someone would love her.
Outside her room is where evil lingers.
To her lifes not worth it,
and to her family shes not worth anything.
But somehow , someway,everyday,
She draws out of her dark, lonely pit
To go through her day that never does change.
In the corner of her room the carpet is worn,
For all the times she sat there torn.
From the glares
and her parents cold hearted stares.
Peering out her window, sees happy families
longing for that home, be longness feeling.
She wishes she could belong,
but she doesnt want her life,
she doesnt want to stay.
She looks up at the sky,
Hoping God will give her wings to fly,
Or fix her torn ones.
She wants to feel free,
Laugh and be happy.
But the words to her freedom,
she cant get the courage to speak.
What makes her cry isnt little.
Horrible words she would never speak
Are spoken to her.
Unbearable things she would never do
Are done to her.
No one ever tries to help,
Noone know the secrets she holds deep,
And the terrible things that go on,
When she tries to sleep.
The darkness is the only thing
That listens to her weep.
She prays by her bedside that things will change.
But until things start turning around,
She remains in silence,
For silence is her friend,
And waits for the day her depression will end.
