This House
I ran once from the house
The one with the room
Stained with my blood
Which dripped from my mouth
Cut on purpose by demons

My sister came after me
For she was an unknowingly young soul
Grandpa yelling at me
Not with love and validation
But scolds

So I no longer leave the house
With pain ready for me to take
My parents don't care
They were already too late
Piecing together their own broken holes

So I sit in my room
Watching the world outside unfold
Waiting for the day
When I'll be free
And this house,
can no longer hurt me

© Exer