What Happens

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Broken Home [A Poem]

Here we go again
No room left to pretend

The word ‘love’
Is just junk
It’s meant to cover up

The scars and the bruises
Of fights day and night
The mental abuses
It just isn’t right

Surviving together
In this torture room
This shattered home
Can provide no room

To breath but to see
Hearts of soot and ash
When the cold took over
It broke them in half

Strangle me
Stab me
Swallow me whole

Spit me out
String me up
Drop me hard down a hole

Let me crash and burn
But never learn
The sins of this home
The lie that is ‘love’

It never ends
Like a carnival ride
Round and round
And up and down

Never let me drown
Just choke for a little while
Then pull me up
And whip my back

Then start again
On the next go round

I can’t get off
This merry-go-round
In Frankenstein’s carnival
No mercy can be found

Like jungle cats
We fight in silence
Tearing to shreds
‘Til it rains down red

The acid in the blood
Which pours like a flood
Burns my wounded back
Where you whipped me
As revenge for my subtle attack

I knew by now
You could be so cruel
But to turn your back
Your subtle attack
For a simple question
I need not have asked

The silence ringing in my ears
It’s scathing tone buries me whole
In soot and ash
And prolongs your attack

All the shards
From the windows and walls
Of our broken home
They envelope my soul
And take me into the fold

Bury me in this mold
As the one who couldn’t go

Freeze me in time
As the failure
Who couldn’t get out
To save her own soul

But chained to a wall
She fell through the floor
She rotted away

Had she ever been there at all?

The victim of a broken home
The subtle abuses
They ate through her soul

Not breathing but seeing
The monster’s true form
Left on her own
In this permanently broken home

Can’t live with
Can’t afford to live without

Then die together
In the torture room
Of this irrevocably broken home


Round and round
On the merry-go-round
Frankenstein’s carnival
Has taken you down

Self Inflicted, A Poem

Tear into my skin
And let my life drip out
This is my omission
My sin

Self inflicted is how it goes
Keep me guessing
On my toes

Never thought the day would come
When I would have to kiss that gun

All my life I've thought about
How it might have been
To tell the truth
Without the blur
Of lies or stories within

Not a lie
But an omission
A crucial fact left out

To change the story
In my favor
And let the crowd go wild

Not sinister
Not selfish
No harm here

It was a cat
A playful cat
Who put the scratches there

Not scratches but cuts
Deeply imbedded
Into the liar's soul

How long will they believe
That it was this little cat
Who made me bleed
Though I did not scream
I need the blood to drop

Just a little at a time
Maybe an ounce or two
Not very much
But just enough
To ease my aching soul

Yet still I blame that little cat
For tearing up my skin
Well thanks cat
You did me well
With an alibi included

I spill my blood
And mine alone
To quell the rage and sorrow

An ounce here
And ounce there
Just to feed the sparrow

I'll not confess
I did my best
And still I bit the bullet

I couldn't prove it
I couldn't do it
And now they see the rest

I did my best
But I must confess
It was me who did it

I let the blood drop
I tore into my skin

I never screamed
I never cried
I wanted to do it

It was all Self Inflicted
- Just for the sake
Of getting through it