Broken Home

by BreakMyWingsAndRun   Aug 16, 2007


She hears the words of hatred come from their mouth,
wondering which one she's going to have to live without.

The door slams she hears them scream,
they finally come out her not wanting to be seen.

She wishes she could disappear,
and move far far away from here.

To a home thats filled with joy,
and everyday when she comes home she don't have to worry.

She wouldn't even mind living alone,
anything would be better than this broken home

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