At home

reminds me of many broken homes ,and hidden secrets ,i know many went through the same

At home
 

I screamed at you...
And you madly left home
Slapped the door...
The sharp voice cut your continues lecturer
How much I don't deserve this life
The way I treat you blessings how awful I am...
You went out but all what you said
Stayed
In my head...
A new sign for me to leave...
I was to go today
But your image inside my head forced me not to...
Hell I create and yes I don't deserve what you gave
Only the roses on my grave
That you'll save for me daily
By days you will forget that and go on
The kid inside crying for salvation
And I'm sick of this war inside
The knife in the kitchen
The one I use everyday...
Will save me
As it always did
But for the last time