Welcome to my broken home.
Sink too broken to wash the pain and dirt off your arms.
Mother cries every night.
Bullet holes in the curtains makes light seep through and nosy neighbors snoop.
Father sneaks out every night.
Broken pieces of glass,furniture and tragedy lay on the floor.
Brother cuts his arms every chance he gets.
Paint scratches off from the ceilings and walls falls onto the beds.
Sister is starving herself.
Hope you enjoyed your stay.
Don't come back.
A/N:I guess i'm continuing this?Idek what i'm doing anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Inkables
Poetryhere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
