the broken home
You see the mess of vines on the outside
Any happiness denied
The darkness that fills the halls
The scars that filled the walls
Deep secrets within
The house knows all your sins
The emptiness within
Will keep you locked in
The darkness pulls you in
And can make you jump out of your skin
Voices roaming the halls
It’ll make your skin crawl
Now imagine this inst a home at all
But A person with a wake up call
Now imagine this person is me
With so much trauma we can agree
This poem is about:
Me